“Not at present, for they will be looking out for us there, I doubt not; we have a bitter enemy in Sir John Redfyrne; but when a month or so has passed away, we may venture, well disguised.”
“And shall we never dare to return home again?”
“Nay, not while Henry reigns; it would not be worth the risk; there is no sufficient object.”
“And our poor brethren there?”
“They will, I trust, be undisturbed; before our trial I made a gift of the estate to Brother Cyril, late of Glastonbury, under his worldly name: after conviction our property would have become that of the state.”
“Then we are very poor, father?”
“Do’st thou love me less?”
“Nay, thou shalt see how true thine adopted son will be, God helping him.”
“I know it, dear boy, but it is not so bad as it appears at first sight, for foreseeing an evil day, I had forwarded considerable funds, for thy use and mine, to my old friend the Baron de Courcy, to whose care I purpose committing thee should we ever win our way to France, as now I trust we shall.”
“And we shall be exiles?”