Came down and kneeled over it.’”
Again the Abbot groaned. “So saith Hugh!”
“‘Good Prior Hugh made to dig.
There in sweet earth,
In spices and linen,
The right hand and arm
At last!
Yea, it shineth forth—
Saint Leofric smileth in his window!’”
The Abbot groaned the third time. “Sathanas smileth!”