I know that a man may be a good soldier, and even a wise counsellor, though he may be a very bad monk." The next morning the pair rode out from the castle, at daybreak.

Roger was dressed in the usual monkish attire of the time, a long loose gown with a cape, and a head covering resembling a small turban.

He rode a compactly built little horse, which seemed scarce capable of carrying his weight, but ambled along with him as if it scarcely felt it.

Oswald was dressed as a lay servitor, in tightly-fitting high hose, short jerkin girt in by a band at the waist, and going half-way down to the knee.

He rode his own moorland horse, and carried on his arm a basket with provisions for a day's march.