From this day I am an exile from France so long as it pleases God to make His Church an anvil for the blows of His enemies." "I, too, am an exile," said the old man.

"If I come safe to Calais I shall take ship for Holland and find shelter with the brethren there.
You have preserved my life for a few more years in my master's vineyard.
You say truly, young sir, that God's Church is now an anvil, but remember for your consolation that it is an anvil which has worn out many hammers." Late in the evening they came over a ridge and looked down on a shallow valley all green and gold in the last light.

A slender river twined by alder and willow through the meadows.

Gaspard reined in his horse and gazed on the place with a hand shading his eyes.
"I have slain a man to my hurt," he said.

"See, there are my new fishponds half made, and the herb garden, and the terrace that gets the morning sun.