Oh Jesu, give me strength to bear it if he should be preferred before me.

Make me a perfect knight--strong to suffer and endure, and, if need be, to rejoice even in the joy of my supplanter." At length the grey dawn broke, and the sunlight, passing through the eastern window, like a golden spear, pierced the dusk of the long church, which was built to the shape of a cross, so that only its transepts remained in shadow.

Then came a sound of chanting, and at the western door entered the Prior, wearing all his robes, attended by the monks and acolytes, who swung censers.
In the centre of the nave he halted and passed to the confessional, calling on Godwin to follow.

So he went and knelt before the holy man, and there poured out all his heart.

He confessed his sins.