"I am content to skip all those steps which are called priests and altars and popes and saints and such-like folk, living or dead.

If Murgh's wisdom be true, as I think, these are but garnishings to the dish which can well be spared by the hungry soul." "That may be," Hugh answered dubiously, for his faith in such matters was that of his time.

"Yet were I you, Dick, I'd not preach that philosophy too loud lest the priests and popes should have something to say to it.

The saints also, for aught I know, since I have always heard that they love not to be left out of our account with heaven." "Well, if so," answered Dick, "I'll quote St.Murgh to them, who is a very fitting patron for an archer." Then once again he glanced at the helm and the arrow with something not unlike fear in his cold eye.
Presently they went down to the eating chamber where they had been told that breakfast would be ready for them at seven of the clock.

There they found Sir Geoffrey awaiting them.
"I trust that you have slept well, Sir Hugh," he said.