were quartered upon her at the Wheatsheaf, and though, on the whole,
they were more civil and much less riotous than some of her Cavalier
lodgers had been, she was always in dread of their taking offence at
the doctor and hauling him off to gaol.

Steadfast confided to her Patience's commission, which she undertook
to execute herself. It included a spinning-wheel, for Patience was
determined to teach Emlyn to spin, an art of which no respectable
woman from the Queen downwards was ignorant in those days. As to
finding his brother, the best way would be to ask the soldiers who
were smoking in the kitchen where he was likely to be.

They said that the faithful and valiant Jephthah Kenton of Venn's
horse would be found somewhere about the great steeple house,
profanely called the Cathedral, for there the troops were quartered;
and thither accordingly Stead betook himself, starting as he saw
horses gearing or being groomed on the sward in the close which had
always been kept in such perfect order. Having looked in vain
outside for his brother, he advanced into the building, but he had
only just had a view of horses stamping between the pillars, the
floor littered down with straw, a fire burning in one of the niches,
and soldiers lying about, smoking or eating, in all manner of easy,
lounging attitudes, when suddenly there was a shout of "Prelatist,
Idolater, Baal-worshipper, Papist," and to his horror he found it was
all directed towards himself. They were pointing to his head, and
two of them had caught him by the shoulders, when another voice rose
"Ha! Let him alone. I say, Bill! Faithful! It's my brother. He
knows no better!" Then dashing up, Jeph rammed the great hat down
over Stead's brow, eyes and all, and called out, "Whoever touches my
brother must have at me first."