"Ah! to be sure--the miracle. I have sent despatches containing complete accounts thereof to his Majesty King Henry, and to my late gracious mistress, the Queen. The Archbishop of Canterbury, who consecrated me at Westminster, looked as sour as do you. He would fain have had the consent of the Pope, as father of Christendom, but the King would brook no delay, and the Archbishop was not so stubborn as to hold out--glad in this, to get a bishop of St. David's to swear submission to the stool of Augustine. I have sent him as well a narrative of the miracle; it will salve his conscience to see that Heaven is manifestly with me. Moreover, I have had my crow over Urban of Llandaff. _He_ has not a miracle to boast of to bolster up his authority." "My gracious master and lord, I grieve to have to assure you that there has been some mistake in the matter for which I am in no way blameworthy." "How a mistake?" asked Bernard testily. "There has been no miracle." "No miracle! But there has. I have it in your own handwriting." "I wrote under a misapprehension." "Misapprehension, you Welsh hound! You misapprehend your man, if you think I will allow you to retract in this matter." "I really do not know what to say, for I do not know what to think about the circumstance. It is, I fear, certain that Pabo lives." "Pabo lives! Why you saw him burnt to a coal! I have your written testimony. You invoked the witness of the Dean of Llandeilo, and he has formally corroborated it. I have it under his hand. You declared that there were hundreds who could bear testimony to the same." "Lord Bishop, I cannot now say what is the truth. It is certain that your brother and we all were shown the charred relics of a man, whom the inhabitants of Caio were proceeding to inter with the rites of religion, as their late Archpriest. When I learned that he had died by fire, by the judgment of God, then I stayed the ceremony, and bade that his body should be laid under a dungheap." "You did well. It is there still." "It is not, my Lord Bishop." "Do you mean to declare that he is risen from his grave?" "Your brother is of opinion that we have been deceived by the tribesmen of Caio, so as to make us suppose that this their Archpriest and chief was dead, and that he is now in concealment somewhere. He further saith that the people have secretly removed the dead man from the place where cast, and have laid him in the churchyard." "But--who can he have been?" "I know not."