"Bring the stranger in," said the priest, putting down his spectacles on his open book, and then Jason entered.
"Sir Sigfus," said Jason, "your good name has been known to me ever since the days when my poor mother mentioned it with gratitude and tears."
"Your mother?" said the priest; "who was she?"
"Rachel Jorgen's daughter, wife of Stephen Orry."
"Then you must be Jason."
"Yes, your reverence."
"My lad, my good lad," cried the priest, and with a look of joy he rose and laid hold of both Jason's hands. "I have heard of you. I hear of you every day, for your brother is with me. Come, let us go to him. Let us go to him. Come!"
"Wait," said Jason. "First let me deliver you a message concerning him."
The old priest's radiant face fell instantly to a deep sadness. "A message?" he said. "You have never come from Jorgen Jorgensen?"
"No."