seated around the long tables, awaiting the coming of the Abbot. Upon
his appearance they all arose and remained standing while the
Chancellor droned a Latin blessing. Then he took his carved chair at
the smaller table on the dais, with the Knight beside him, and the
repast began. During the meal, the Abbot made no effort to obtain his
guest's destination or mission, but discussed matters of general
import. He, himself, contrary to the usual habits of the monks of his
day, ate but little, and when De Lacy had finished he withdrew with him.

"You are anxious to be on your way," he said, "and I will not detain
you. These roads are scarce pleasant after night-fall."

In the courtyard the men-at-arms were drawn up awaiting the order to
mount.

"Verily, you ride well attended, my son. The roads need not bother
you," said the Abbot, as he ran his eyes over the array. . . "Methinks
I have seen your face before," looking hard at Raynor Royk.

"Like as not, your reverence," said the old retainer calmly; "I am no
stranger in Yorkshire."

At that moment Dauvrey led the Knight's horse forward, and Aymer turned
to the monk before he could address another question to Raynor.

"I am much beholden, my lord Abbot, for your kindly entertainment and I
hope some day I may requite it. Farewell."

"Farewell, my son," returned the monk. "May the peace of the Holy
Benedict rest upon you."