doth so hardily outface us? Simnel? I do much question it.
The Walsinghams? Nay, they are not yet so broken; they still think to
have the law over us, when times change. There was Simon Malmesbury,
too. How think ye, Bennet?"

"What think ye, sir," returned Hatch, "of Ellis Duckworth?"

"Nay, Bennet, never. Nay, not he," said the priest. "There cometh never
any rising, Bennet, from below--so all judicious chroniclers concord in
their opinion; but rebellion travelleth ever downward from above; and
when Dick, Tom, and Harry take them to their bills, look ever narrowly
to see what lord is profited thereby. Now, Sir Daniel, having once more
joined him to the Queen's party, is in ill odour with the Yorkist lords.
Thence, Bennet, comes the blow--by what procuring, I yet seek; but
therein lies the nerve of this discomfiture."

"An't please you, Sir Oliver," said Bennet, "the axles are so hot in
this country that I have long been smelling fire. So did this poor
sinner, Appleyard. And, by your leave, men's spirits are so foully
inclined to all of us, that it needs neither York nor Lancaster to spur
them on. Hear my plain thoughts: You, that are a clerk, and Sir Daniel,
that sails on any wind, ye have taken many men's goods, and beaten and
hanged not a few. Y' are called to count for this; in the end, I wot not
how, ye have ever the uppermost at law, and ye think all patched. But
give me leave, Sir Oliver: the man that ye have dispossessed and beaten
is but the angrier, and some day, when the black devil is by, he will up
with his bow and clout me a yard of arrow through your inwards."

"Nay, Bennet, y' are in the wrong. Bennet, ye should be glad to be
corrected," said Sir Oliver. "Y' are a prater, Bennet, a talker, a
babbler; your mouth is wider than your two ears. Mend it, Bennet, mend
it."

"Nay, I say no more. Have it as ye list," said the retainer.

The priest now rose from the stool, and from the writing-case that hung
about his neck took forth wax and a taper, and a flint and steel. With
these he sealed up the chest and the cupboard with Sir Daniel's arms,
Hatch looking on disconsolate; and then the whole party proceeded,
somewhat timorously, to sally from the house and get to horse.

"'Tis time we were on the road, Sir Oliver," said Hatch, as he held the
priest's stirrup while he mounted.

"Ay; but, Bennet, things are changed," returned the parson. "There is
now no Appleyard--rest his soul!--to keep the garrison.