“In good sooth, never tried I any of them,” said Bertram honestly.
“Then wait ere thou say so much.”
There was another pause; and then Bertram found another question.
“Father Wilfred, what thinkest of Sir John de Wycliffe?”
“I never brake bread with him, lad,” said the monk, busy with the griffin.
“But what thinkest?”
“How should I know?”
Evidently the illuminator did not mean to commit himself.
“Is he a great man or a small?”
“God wot,” said the monk.