"Good-day to you, Sir Hugh," said the Bishop. "Hath your pilgrimage to the shrine of the blessèd Saint Oswald worked the recovery you hoped?"
"Aye, my lord," replied the Knight, "a great recovery and restoration.
We start for Warwick in an hour's time."
"Wonderful!" said the Bishop. "Our Lady and the holy Saint be praised! But you are wise to keep the patient well covered. However complete the restoration, great care is required at first, and over-exertion must be avoided."
"Your blessing for the patient, Reverend Father," said the Knight, uncovering.
The Bishop moved nearer. He laid his hand upon the form beneath the blue and silver cloak.
"Benedictio Domini sit vobiscum," he said. Then added, in a lower tone: "Be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed. . . . Go in peace."
The two men who loved the Prioress, looked steadily at one another.
The men-at-arms moved forward with their burden.
The Knight smiled as he walked on beside the stretcher.
The Bishop hastened to the Palace.