"May, was it? Oh, I know! It was the eve of Saint Helen's Day. Well, things went on right enough, till my Lord of Canterbury took it into his head that my Lord and father had no business to detain Tunbridge Castle,--it all began with that. It was about July, I think." "I thought Tunbridge Castle belonged to my Lord of Gloucester. What had either to do with it?" "O Aunt Marjory! Have you forgotten that my young Lord of Gloucester is in ward to my Lord and father? The Lord King gave him first to my Lord the Bishop of Winchester, when his father died; and then, about a year after, he took him away from the Bishop, and gave him to my fair father. Don't you remember him?--such a pretty boy! I think you knew all about it at the time." "Very likely I did, Magot. One forgets things, sometimes." And Margaret, looking up into the fair face, saw, and did not understand, the hidden pain behind the smile. "So my Lord of Canterbury complained of my fair father to the Lord King. (I wonder he could not attend to his own business.) But the Lord King said that as my Lord of Gloucester held in chief of the Crown, all vacant trusts were his, to give as it pleased him. And then--Aunt Marjory, do you like priests?" "Magot, what a question!" "But do you?" "All priests are not alike, my dear child. They are like other people-- some good, and some bad." "But surely all priests ought to be good." "Art thou always what thou oughtest to be, Magot?" Margaret's answer was a sudden spring from the stool and a fervent hug of Marjory. "Aunt Marjory," she said, when she had sat down again, "I just hate that Bishop of Winchester." [Peter de Rievaulx, always one of the two chief enemies of Margaret's father.] "Shocking, Magot!" "Oh yes, of course it is extremely wicked. But I do." "I wish he were here, to set thee a penance for such a naughty speech. However, go on with thy story." "Well, what do you think, fair Aunt, that my Lord's Grace of Canterbury [Richard Grant, consecrated in 1229] did? He actually excommunicated all intruders on the lands of his jurisdiction, and all who should hold communication with them, the King only excepted; and away he went to Rome, to lay the matter before the holy Father. Of course he would tell his tale from his own point of view." "The Archbishop went to Rome!" "Indeed he did, Aunt Marjory. My fair father was very indignant. `That the head of the English Church could not stand by himself, but must seek the approbation of a foreign Bishop!' That was what he said, and I think my fair mother agreed with him."