When war shall be no more?
When lust, oppression, crime,
Shall flee Thy Face before?"
We must wait until the advent of the Prince of Peace.
They got back to Wallingford at last. The gates were opened, there was a scene of howling excitement, and then they feasted and drank until the small hours of the night; after which they went to bed, three or four in one small chamber, and upon couches of the hardest—in recesses of the wall, or sometimes placed, like the berths of a ship, one over the other—the robbers slept.
For in what respect were they better than modern highwaymen or pirates?
Osric and Alain lay in the same chamber.
"How hast thou enjoyed the day, Osric?"
"Capitally, but I am worn out."