We had heard a shout from no great distance, and the blood rushed wildly through us.
Now the bishop rose from his knees, and I took the holy vessels, as he gave them to me, putting them into their oaken chest in its niche.

And when that was done, he said: "Now I will not bid you fly, my sons, for I think that somewhat has bidden you bide with me.

And I have seen the king, so that I know the time is short.

Take therefore the holy vessels and drown them in the deep pool of the stream.

I have used them for the last time, but I would not have them profaned by the heathen in their feasting." I knew that this should be done as at Bosham, but already I heard the shouts yet nearer, and I was loth to leave the church, and so paused.
"I know your thoughts," said the bishop.