"You have learned the Christian virtue of humility, at all events," said the priest, as they entered the hall, where the monks were already seated around the long tables, awaiting the coming of the Abbot. Upon his appearance they all arose and remained standing while the Chancellor droned a Latin blessing. Then he took his carved chair at the smaller table on the dais, with the Knight beside him, and the repast began. During the meal, the Abbot made no effort to obtain his guest's destination or mission, but discussed matters of general import. He, himself, contrary to the usual habits of the monks of his day, ate but little, and when De Lacy had finished he withdrew with him.
"You are anxious to be on your way," he said, "and I will not detain you. These roads are scarce pleasant after night-fall."
In the courtyard the men-at-arms were drawn up awaiting the order to mount.
"Verily, you ride well attended, my son. The roads need not bother you," said the Abbot, as he ran his eyes over the array… "Methinks I have seen your face before," looking hard at Raynor Royk.
"Like as not, your reverence," said the old retainer calmly; "I am no stranger in Yorkshire."
At that moment Dauvrey led the Knight's horse forward, and Aymer turned to the monk before he could address another question to Raynor.
"I am much beholden, my lord Abbot, for your kindly entertainment and I hope some day I may requite it. Farewell."
"Farewell, my son," returned the monk. "May the peace of the Holy Benedict rest upon you."
He watched them until the last horseman had clattered through the gateway, then turned away.
"My mitre on it, they are Gloucester's men," he muttered.