“Even here, in this holy, consecrated place?”
“Even in the very church itself.”
“Can any one else see it?”
“They have never done so. Perhaps as thou art of my blood, it might be permitted thee.”
“I will try. Let me stay this night with thee, and watch by thy side in the church.”
“Thou shalt be blessed in the deed. I will ask Sir Nicholas to tarry the night if he can do so.”
“Or I might ride back alone tomorrow.”
“The forest is dangerous; the outlaws abound.”
“That for the outlaws, hujus facio;” and Hubert snapped his fingers. It was about the only scrap of Latin he cared for.
The father smiled sadly.