e will rage among you like a wolf,
_saeviet ut lupus."_ Verily!--then which of ours? Another Monk
now dreams: he has seen clearly which; a certain Figure taller
by head and shoulders than the other two, dressed in alb and
_pallium,_ and with the attitude of one about to fight;--which
tall Figure a wise Editor would rather not name at this stage of
the business! Enough that the vision is true: that Saint Edmund
himself, pale and awful, seemed to rise from his Shrine, with
naked feet, and say audibly, "He, _ille,_ shall veil my feet;"
which part of the vision also proves true. Such guessing,
visioning, dim perscrutation of the momentous future: the very
clothmakers, old women, all townsfolk speak of it, 'and more than
once it is reported in St. Edmundsbury, This one is elected; and
then, This one and That other.' Who knows?

But now, sure enough, at Waltham 'on the Second Sunday of
Quadragesima,' which Dryasdust declares to mean the 22d day of
February, year 1182, Thirteen St. Edmundsbury Monks are, at last,
seen processioning towards the Winchester Manorhouse; and in
some high Presence-chamber, and Hall of State, get access to
Henry II in all his glory. What a Hall,--not imaginary in the
least, but entirely real and indisputable, though so extremely
dim to us; sunk in the deep distances of Night! The Winchester
Manorhouse has fled bodily, like a Dream of the old Night; not
Dryasdust himself can skew a wreck of it. House and people,
royal and episcopal, lords and varlets, where are they? Why
_there,_ I say, Seven Centuries off; sunk so far in the Night,
there they _are;_ peep through the blankets of the old Night,
and thou wilt seel King Henry himself is visibly there, a vivid,
noble-looking man, with grizzled beard, in glittering uncertain
costume, with earls round him, and bishops and dignitaries, in
the like. The Hall is large, and has for one thing an altar near
it,--chapel and altar adjoining it; but what gilt seats, carved
tables, carpeting of rush-cloth, what arras-hangings, and a huge
fire of logs:--alas, it has Human Life in it; and is not that
the grand miracle, in what hangings or costume soever?--

The _Dominus Rex,_ benignantly receiving our Thirteen with their
obeisance, and graciously declaring that he will strive to act
for God's honour, and the Church's good, commands, 'by the Bishop
of Winchester and Geoffrey the Chancellor,'--_Galfrides
Cancellarius,_ Henry's and the Fair Ros