CHAPTER VI.
AN UNEXPECTED DISCLOSURE.
“Art thou Sir John Redfyrne?” enquired a man, who by his dress appeared to be a parochial or parish priest, as that worthy knight left Rougemont.
“I am, what dost thou seek of me? I have little to do with cattle of thy breed.”
“An aged woman,” replied the priest, not noticing the taunt, “is dying in a suburb of the city, and cannot pass in peace till she hath seen thee.”
“What does it matter to me whether the old crone dies in peace or not?”
“Verily thou art a hard-hearted man, but wilt thou look upon this signet?—she had confidence in its power to bring thee to her bed-side.”