"Better? yes, a little better now, father."
"Come with me to the refectory."
They left the church.
"Now eat a good meal."
"I cannot eat--it chokes me, father."
"Thou must, my dear son; it is a duty, for thou must travel far tonight."
"Thank God."
"But it is not to Oxford, my son; thou wouldst not outlive the night. It is that very journey they want thee to essay."
"Why?"
"That they may slay thee by the way."