bout him.

Now Father Peter, folding his fat hands across his chest, lowered his
head and frowned reflectively. My lord sat silently in the great chair
with one leg over the arm.

"Lord Rolf," said Father Peter at last.

"Yes, Father Peter," answered my lord.

"Lord Rolf, Christian of this castle," said Father Peter again.

"Ay! Christian, and certainly lord of this castle," answered my lord,
smiling.

Father Peter raised his head, and lifting one arm, pointed at my lord.

"I have caused it that we should be alone, that I might pray with you,
for you are not so good a Christian as I would have you be."

"Yes," said my lord.

Then Father Peter, tumbling to his knees, prayed for a long time, while
I standing by the fire, cursed his Latin. Then he got up again and
coming to my lord he touched him on the shoulder.

"Have you felt that prayer?" he said in a deep voice.

"I have heard it," said my lord looking down.

"Then I will even say something that will appeal to you in a more
militant way--something that has been in your mind for a long time, my
lord." Father Peter became impressive. "The black frocks that sit and
bend over that carved table by that carved door are a greater nation
than ever the nation of Denmark will be, or any nation will be, until
another nation of such frocks rouses itself against us; and so long as
we shall hold the souls of men, and their hopes and fears of the
hereafter, in our hands as a sword, so long shall we be more powerful
than any sword forged by gnome or fairy."

Father Peter, extending both hands in blessing over Lord Rolf's head,
turned hastily and went through the door that leads to the chapel. Now,
this I would not stand, nor my lord, and we dared not tell it to the men
for fear of violence, that the priests, who had forced themselves upon
us in our house, and built their chapel leaning against our keep, should
threaten us over the tables where they fed with us. This had been a long
time coming, for Christianity sat hard upon us. There were no tortures
in the time of Thor and Odin; and, as I said, Christianity sat
grievously upon us.

Ah! Well! To the next scene. My lord was in the passage before Father
Peter's room, and he knew that Father Peter would return alone from the
chapel after his last devotions, and when Father Peter's dark bulk
turned the corner of the oak stair my lord spoke to him out of the
shadow.

"Father Peter, you have said some words to me to-nig