The priest gave a prodigious sniff, turned to his book, looked up again: the crouching man was still there--but imminent.

'Wine of Jesus!' said the priest, and dropped Jehane's hand.

Then she turned.

She gave a short cry; the whole assembly started and huddled together as the mailed man made his spring.
It was done in a flash.

From his crouched attitude he went, as it seemed, at one bound.