"So the lawyer, avid of news of the Young Lovell, jumped like an ape to that poor hut. But it was two days before that woman could speak, though he nursed her and fed cordials to her never so. Then that lawyer got men-at-arms and scoured the country according to her directions. But upon the Young Lovell he never came." "By that day," the monk Francis said, "he was in my cell commending himself to God." The Bishop looked apprehensively upon the monk Francis. "Then this you take for a true tale," he said. "Woe is me." They were both silent for a while, and then the monk said—for they were looking with faces of great weariness upon the tiles: "Father in God, tell me truly, I do pray, all that you know from this lawyer." "Brother," the Bishop said, "God help us, this lawyer was insistent that the tale of sorcery against this lording should be let to lapse or changed for another, such as that he consorted with old fairies and worse." "How then," the monk Francis said, "would he put aside his former perjuries?" "He would say," the Bishop said, "that his eyes deceived him, magic being in the air, and that on that morning the Young Lovell rode furiously past him going as if he knew not whither." "Why so he did!" the monk Francis said, "but that shall not save the lawyer. His former oaths are written down." "Brother," the Bishop said, "it is that lawyer’s plan to begin another suit in the courts ecclesiastical and there not to swear at all, but ignoring the bill before the Wardens, to bring many witnesses about this fairy lady." "What other witnesses has he?" the monk Francis asked. He spoke like a man without hope. "You must know," the Bishop said, "that this lawyer during these months was enquiring of the Young Lovell in the past. So in Newcastle he found a master-tailor to whom the Young Lovell for long owed four pounds. And one day in February this tailor, needing money, went out from Newcastle towards Castle Lovell, riding upon an ass. And so, upon the way, he saw a lady that had a white horse and was little and dark. He was in tribulation for his money and pondered much upon the Young Lovell whether he was a lording that would pay him or one that would have him beaten at the gate. "And, as he thought that, this lady looked upon him as if she would ask the way to where the Young Lovell dwelt. She was little and swart and had a green undercoat.