So violent were they that we have taken some kind of oath.

Yet this writing advises you that so I only did to save my life, having no heart that way who am a loyal man and understand little of their quarrel.

Life, in sooth, is of small value to me who have lost wife, lands and all.

Yet ere I die I would be avenged upon the murderous Abbot of Blossholme, and therefore I seek to keep my breath in me and to escape.
"I learn that the said Abbot is afoot with a great following within fifty miles of here.

Pray God he does not get his claws in me again, but if so, say to the King, that Harflete died faithful.
"Christopher Harflete.
"Jeffrey Stokes, X his mark." "My Lord," said Cicely, "what shall I do, my Lord ?" "There is naught to be done, save trust in God and hope for the best.
Doubtless he will escape, and at least his Grace shall see this letter to-morrow morning and send orders to help him if may be.