He put a lean, brown paw on Hyla's broad shoulder, and together they threw the plank over the evil-smelling ditch, malodorous and poisoning the night, and strode out into the wood. They flitted noiselessly among the dark trees, silent amid the noble aisles and avenues which sloped down to the lake. The air was certainly cooler as they left the stoke behind. They had gone some distance upon their way when they sat for a moment to rest upon the bole of a fallen oak tree in a little open glade some ten yards square. The clearing was fairly light, but a black wall of trees encompassed it. There, such was the influence of the place and hour, they fell talking of abstractions with as much right and probably as luminous a point of view as their betters. "What think you, lad, Geoffroi be doing now?" said Hyla. "Burning in hellis fire," said Cerdic in a tone of absolute conviction. "Think you for ever?" said Hyla musingly. "Aye, Hyla, I pray Our Lady. The Saints would not have him in heaven, and I wist St. Jesu also." "We might go to him," said Hyla. Cerdic gazed at him through the dark with genuine astonishment. "By Godis ore!" he said, "never shall we two roast for long. Prior hath prayed with us and we are shriven. We have done no man harm. I am certain, Hyla, that the Saints and Our Lady will take us in. An it only be to carry water or dung fields, we shall be taken in." The absolute assurance in his tone told upon the other and comforted him. "Art not accoyed to die?" he asked. "No wit. Natheless, I would live a little longer now we have won kind masters. Yet would I die this night withouten fear. I would well like to see the Blessed Lady and all her train. It will be a wonderful fine sight, Hyla." As they sat thus, talking simply of that other life, which was so real to them in their childlike, undisturbed faith, they did not hear the moving of many feet through the underwood or the low whispers of a body of men who were approaching the glade in which they sat. One loud word, a chance oath, would have startled them away and saved them. Indeed, had they not been so intent upon high matters they must have heard footsteps. Trained foresters as they were, creatures of the fields, the woods, and the open heavens, no men were more quick to hear the advance of any living thing or more prompt to avoid hostile comers. The first intimation that came to them was the sudden clank of a steel-headed pike as it fell and rattled against a tree stump. They leapt to their feet, but it was too late. The wood seemed peopled with armed men. Their alarm came upon them so quickly that each tree all round was transformed into a man-at-arms. Before they could turn to fly the leaders of the band were up with them, and strong mailed arms grasped them. Black-bearded faces peered into theirs, striving to see who they were in that dim light. "Are ye prior's men?" said Huber, in a low, eager voice.