I pray you send a messenger to bid them hurry with the deeds." Just then a nun entered bearing a tray, on which were cakes and wine.
Emlyn took it from her, and pouring the wine into cups offered them to the Visitor and his secretaries.
"Good wine," he said, after he had drunk, "a very generous wine.

You nuns know the best in liquor; be careful, I pray you, to include it in your inventory.

Why, woman, are you not one of those whom that Abbot would have burnt?
Yes, and there is your mistress, Dame Foterell, or Dame Harflete, with whom I desire a word." "I am at your service, Sir," said Cicely.
"Well, Madam, you and your servant have escaped the stake to which, as near as I can judge, you were sentenced upon no evidence at all.

Still, you were condemned by a competent ecclesiastical Court, and under that condemnation you must therefore remain until or unless the King pardons you.

My judgment is, then, that you stay here awaiting his command." "But, Sir," said Cicely, "if the good nuns who have befriended me are to be driven forth, how can I dwell on in their house alone?
Yet you say I must not leave it, and indeed if I could, whither should I go?
My husband's hall is burnt, my own the Abbot holds.