In his helmet he filled a draught, and ate a morsel.

For, by the grace of the Church to the knight in extremity, he was now sealed of the priesthood, and partook of the mystic body and blood of his Lord....
Somewhere far off there was a grass fire licking the hills, and the sun was setting in fierce scarlet and gold.

The hollow of the sky seemed a vast chapel ablaze with lights, like the lifting of the Host at Candlemas.
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