"Has he spoken since you found him?"
"No, my lord; only moans and gasps."
"I see he is much hurt; I fear you have only brought him hither to die."
"Houselled, anointed and annealed?"
"If he recover his senses sufficiently."
Just then a moan, louder than before, made them all start, then followed a deep, hollow, articulate voice.
"Where am I?"
"At the Abbey of Dorchester."
"Who brought me hither?"