To this he replied that good horses should be saddled by the dawn, for he knew where to lay hands on them, since some were left in the Abbot's stables that wanted exercise; further, that he would be glad to leave Blossholme for a while, where he had made enemies on the yesterday, whose friends yet lay wounded or unburied.

After this Emlyn whispered something in his ear, to which he nodded assent, saying that he would bustle round and be ready.
That afternoon Emlyn went out riding with Thomas Bolle, who was fully armed, as she said, to try two of the horses that should carry them on the morrow, and it was late when she returned out of the dark night.
"Have you got them ?" asked Cicely, when they were together in their room.
"Aye," she answered, "every one; but some stones have fallen, and it was hard to win an entrance to that vault.

Indeed, had it not been for Thomas Bolle, who has the strength of a bull, I could never have done it.

Moreover, the Abbot has been there before us and dug over every inch of the floor.

But the fool never thought of the wall, so all's well.
I'll sew half of them into my petticoat and half into yours, to share the risk.