Chapter 20

           Whenautumnnightswerelonganddrear,

           Andforestwalksweredarkanddim,

           Howsweetlyonthepilgrim’sear

           Waswonttostealthehermit’shymn

           DevotionborrowsMusic’stone,

           AndMusictookDevotion’swing;

           And,likethebirdthathailsthesun,

           Theysoartoheaven,andsoaringsing.

           TheHermitofStClement’sWell

           Itwasafterthreehours’goodwalkingthattheservantsofCedric,withtheirmysteriousguide,arrivedatasmallopeningintheforest,inthecentreofwhichgrewanoak-treeofenormousmagnitude,throwingitstwistedbranchesineverydirection.Beneaththistreefourorfiveyeomenlaystretchedontheground,whileanother,assentinel,walkedtoandfrointhemoonlightshade.

           Uponhearingthesoundoffeetapproaching,thewatchinstantlygavethealarm,andthesleepersassuddenlystartedupandbenttheirbows.Sixarrowsplacedonthestringwerepointedtowardsthequarterfromwhichthetravellersapproached,whentheirguide,beingrecognised,waswelcomedwitheverytokenofrespectandattachment,andallsignsandfearsofaroughreceptionatoncesubsided.

           "WhereistheMiller?"washisfirstquestion.

           "OntheroadtowardsRotherham."

           "Withhowmany?"demandedtheleader,forsuchheseemedtobe.

           "Withsixmen,andgoodhopeofbooty,ifitpleaseStNicholas."

           "Devoutlyspoken,"saidLocksley;"andwhereisAllan-a-Dale?"

           "WalkeduptowardstheWatling-street,towatchforthePriorofJorvaulx."

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