That were, of the two, the greater miracle." The Bishop glanced at the Prioress.
Her face was averted.
"Well, my daughter, matters being as they are, you may inform Sister Mary Seraphine that, should she chance to lose her way among the hundred and forty-two columns, when passing through the crypt after Vespers, she will find a Knight, who will doubtless know what to do next.

If he can contrive to take her safely from the Cathedral and out of the Precincts, she will have to ride with him to Warwick, where a priest will be in readiness to wed them.

But it would be well that Sister Mary Seraphine should have some practice in mounting and riding, before she goes on so adventurous a journey.

She may remember the crimson trappings of her palfrey, and yet have forgotten how to sit him.

It is for us to make sure that the Knight's brave plans for the safe capture of his lady, do not fail for lack of any help which we may lawfully give." The Bishop stretched out his hand and took up his biretta.
"When did the nuns last have a Play Day ?" he asked.
"Not a month ago," replied the Prioress.