Whether he has studied the black art, or no, there is little doubt that he has turned his attention greatly to military matters, and that he is a foe who is not to be despised.

He is playing a deep game, and will give us a deal of trouble, unless I am greatly mistaken, before we have done with him." "I hear all sorts of strange stories of his powers, Master Oswald." "Yes; but you see, Roger, the spirits who, as they say, serve him, cannot be of much use; or they would have warned him of the coming of Talbot, and we should not have taken him unawares, this morning." "That is true enough," Roger said, in a tone of relief.

"For my part, I am not greatly alarmed at spirits.

The good abbot used to threaten me that I should be carried off by them, unless I mended my ways; but I always slept soundly enough, and never saw aught to frighten me.

They used to say that the spirits of some of the dead monks used to walk in the convent garden, but though my cell looked down upon it, and I have often stood there by the hour, never did I see anything to frighten me.
"If the Welsh do come, what are we to do, master--fight them ?" "By no means, Roger.