"What part have you therein, father--you and the brethren?"
"We pray for those who have forgotten to do so for themselves," he answered. "And we are of those whose sorest fight has been against evil within."
So we went into the chapel for the vespers with him, and the day was done. But in the morning there hung on the black cross on the green grass a wreath of white flowers which no brother had set there.
[Chapter 11]: The Summons Of The Beacons.
Now, for all the peace of this holy island there hung over it an ever-present fear of which I learned when we spoke to Phelim concerning the treasure which we would leave in the care of the brethren when we went hence.
He said that it was well if we would do so, and that they would bury it under that new shed which we had helped to build, since no Danes would wonder at seeing newly-turned earth there.
"Moreover," he said, "if we are not here when you come for it, you will know where it is."
He said this quietly, and as a matter of course, and I asked him in surprise if it was likely that they would leave their island.
"Not alive," he answered; "but the Danes may spy our easily-taken flocks at any time, and come ashore here."
"Why, they would not harm the unresisting," I said.