Great Britain -- History -- Henry VIII, 1509-1547 -- Fiction
The monks had all stopped instantly as Ralph came among them, and had
lowered their hoods with their accustomed courtly deference to a guest;
and as he turned from his momentary pause at the refectory door in the
full blaze of light that shone from it, he met Chris face to face.
The young monk had come up that instant, not noticing who was there, and
his hood was still over his head. There was a second’s pause, and then
he lifted his hand and threw the hood back in salutation; and as Ralph
bowed and passed on he had a moment’s sight of that thin face and the
large grey eyes in which there was not the faintest sign of recognition.
Ralph’s heart was hot with mingled emotion as he went up the cloister.
He was more disturbed by the sudden meeting, the act of courtesy, and
the cold steady eyes of this young fool of a brother than he cared to
recognise.
He saw no more of him, except in the distance among his fellows; and he
left the house the next day when the business was done.
* * * * *
Matters in the rest of England were going forward with the same
promptitude as in Sussex. Dr. Layton himself had visited the West
earlier in the autumn, and the other Visitors were busy in other parts
of the country. The report was current now that the resources of all the
Religious Houses were to be certainly confiscated, and that those of the
inmates who still persisted in their vocation would have to do so under
the most rigorous conditions imaginable. The results were to be seen in
the enormous increase of beggars, deprived now of the hospitality they
were accustomed to receive; and the roads everywhere were thronged with
those who had been holders of corrodies, or daily sustenance in the
houses; as well as with the evicted Religious, some of whom, dismissed
against their will, were on their way to the universities, where, in
spite of the Visitation, it was thought that support was still to be
had; and others, less reputable, who preferred freedom to monastic
discipline. Yet others were to be met with, though not many in number,
who were on their way to London to lay complaints of various kinds
against their superiors.
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