to Brighthelmston, a hamlet then little known; on
the east rose Mount Caburn, graceful in outline (recalling Mount
Tabor to the fond remembrance of the crusaders); southeast the long
line stretched away by Firle Beacon to Beachy Head.

"Ah, there is Walderne, away far off, just to the left of the
eastern range of Downs--I see it across the plain twelve miles
away. I see the windmills on the hill, and below the church towers,
and the tops of the castle towers in the vale beneath. I shall soon
bid them all farewell."

Then the young knight turned and looked on the fertile valley
wherein meandered the Ouse. The grand priory lay below: its
magnificent church, well known to our readers; its towers and
pinnacles.

"And there my poor father wears out his days, now a brother
professed. And he, for whom Europe was not large enough in his
youth, now never leaves the convent's boundaries. But he is about
to travel to Jerusalem by proxy.

"If only I could see Martin again. I cannot think why Martin and I
should be like Damon and Pythias, to whom the chaplain once
compared us. But we are, although one will fain be a friar and the
other a warrior."

He descended the tower after one more lingering glance at the view,
but his light nature soon threw off the impression, and none was
gayer guest at the noontide meal, the "nuncheon" of Earl Warrenne
of Lewes, the lord of the castle.

It was eventide, and the marketplace was filled with an excited
population. There were ruffling men-at-arms, stolid rustics,
frightened women and children, overturned stalls, shouts and
screams; unsavoury missiles, such as rotten eggs and stale
vegetables, were flying about; and in the midst of the open space
the figure of a Jew, who had excited the indignation of the
multitude, was the object of violent aggression which seemed likely
to endanger his life.

A miracle had occurred. The crucifix over the rood at Saint
Michael's Church had suddenly blazed out with a supernatural light,
which had endured for many minutes: the multitude flocked in to see
and adore, and much was the reputation of Saint Michael's shrine
enhanced, when this unbelieving Jew actually had the temerity to
assert that the light was only caused by the rays of the sun
falling directly upon the figure through a window in the western
wall, narrow as the slits we see in the old castle towers, so
arranged as on this particular day to bring the rays of the setting
sun full upon the g