(High up on the mountain is heard the blast of a trumpet.) Hark!

A Monk— It was Ely's trumpet.

Another—Some one comes.

Abbot— The asses from Italy,
Bringing the wine and frankincense, no doubt.

A Monk—And the golden chalices.

Another— And Father's cope.

(Pierre comes from the chapel.)

Abbot—Pierre!

Pierre— What it is, Father?

Abbot— Is the ambry clean?