“Hugh Calverley saith he is the greatest man that ever lived,” said Bertram.

“Greater than Saint John Baptist?”

“His work is of the like sort,” pursued Bertram meditatively. “’Tis preaching and reproving men of their sins.”

“God speed all His work!” said the monk.

“Father, what didst after thy turning back from Holy Land?”

“What all men do once a life. What thou wilt do.”

“Marry, what so?”

“Why, I became a fool.”

“Father Wilfred! I counted thee alway a wise man.”

“A sorry blunder, lad,” said Wilfred, putting in the griffin’s teeth.