"Look around thee," answered Howel. "Behold how that fire hath destroyed the presbytery and at the same time hath consumed him who lay therein."
"It was the judgment of God!" cried Cadell. "The manifest judgment of God against the man who lifted his hand against his spiritual father. Did the lightning flash from heaven to slay him?"
"That I cannot affirm," said Howel.
"Heaven has manifestly and miraculously interposed," said the chaplain, dismounting. In a few words he informed his attendants of what had taken place.
"It is to be regretted," said Rogier. "I had hoped to carry a fagot, wherewith to roast him."
"It soundeth passing strange," said another.
"It is a miracle," persisted Cadell. "God is with us and against those who resist the bishop. This shall be everywhere proclaimed."
"I do not see that as a miracle it was necessary," said Rogier. "For we would have burnt him all the same."
"But," said the chaplain, "it was the will of Heaven to reveal that it is wroth with this people, and is on our side."
Rogier shrugged one shoulder.