The Parson drank in the lad's words. His eyes were grave; his brow furrowed. So stern he seemed, his face so smileless under those laughing curls, that Kit hardly recognised in him the boy-hearted swordsman of a few minutes since. The story finished, he sat long unmoving; his mouth set, and eyes inward. Then he began to pace up and down again. "My prayer is heard," he said at last, and stopping turned to the boy. "Kit Caryll, d'you know what I am?" "You look like a--kind of a clergyman, sir." "And that is what I am," replied the other a touch defiantly. "I am in Holy Orders in my own humble way." He began pacing once more. "We all have our weaknesses, sir.... My mother was mine.... She should have been the mother of saints rather than of a--' bully swordsman!'-- I think that was the phrase?" cocking a blue eye at the boy. "After Egypt I came home to find her dying.... Well, she entreated me to forsake my profession and become a Christian--'for my sake, Harry,' says she.... I argued it with her. I told her it was good work, God's work, to kill the French. I said I looked on myself as a Crusader fighting the Moors, as indeed I did. But she wouldn't hear of it. She said the Moors were black and the French white, and that made just all the difference.... And she begged so hard--and--and--" His back was to the boy, and he was looking out of the window. It was some time before he went on. "I couldn't say her no then. So I told her I'd do as she wished and take Orders. But I made one condition. 'I won't go to the French; but if the French come to me, then,' I said, 'surely, mother, I may up and smite!' She gave me that. You see, she never thought they would come." He cleared his throat. "Well, the Bishop wouldn't give me a cure, because I didn't know the Catechism. So I kicked my heels till the Peace was broken, and things looked up a bit. And when little Boney began to get his Army of England together on the cliffs yonder, I cheered up, and came and pitched my tent on the nearest spot I could find to be ready. And here I've been ever since. "On calm summer evenings I've seen the cliffs of France from Beachy Head, and with the spy-glass I've thought I've made out the tents of Lannes' camp. That's been bread and meat to me these two years past. Then a month ago I had that little affair with my lord. That knocked ten years off my life. I've been in training ever since. Today I think I'm a better man than I've ever been." He inhaled a deep breath, swelling his chest. "And this morning, when I woke and saw that ship hove-to off the Wish, and old Piper told me she was a Frenchman, I just went down on my two knees and thanked God for His great mercies." He blew his nose boisterously. "Then I ran up my colours to tempt em ashore. And I've been waiting in hope ever since." CHAPTER XXXVI THE FIGHTING MAN He clapped on his hat. "And now the first thing to be done is to hold a Council of War with old Piper." The boy looked up shyly.