"Yes, yes, yes, yes! No, no, no, no!" And I believe they fought.
At the same time the sound of a cavalcade advancing was heard on the flinty road that passed before the tower; and Sylvestre Ker recognized the long procession of the monks of Ruiz, led by the grand abbot, Gildas the Wise, arrayed in cope and mitre, with his crozier in his hand, going to the Mass of Plouharnel, as the convent chapel was being rebuilt.
When the head of the cavalcade approached the tower, the grand abbot cried out,—
"My armed guards, sound your horns to awaken Dame Josserande's son!"
And instantly there was a blast from the horns, which rang out until Gildas the Wise exclaimed,—
"Be silent, for there is my tenant wide awake at his window."
When all was still, the grand abbot raised his crozier and said,—
"My tenant, the first hour of Christmas approaches, the glorious Feast of the Nativity. Extinguish your furnaces and hasten to Mass, for you have barely time." And on he passed, while those in the procession, as they saluted Ker, repeated,—
"Sylvestre Ker, you have barely time; make haste!"