"Tut, tut, man," said Brother Michael, "there is no such fear."
"Mass," said the little friar, "but there is such a fear, and very strong too. You who have it not may keep your way, and I who have it shall take mine. I am not just now in the vein for being picked off at a long shot." And saying these words he spurred up his four-footed better half, and galloped off as nimbly as if he had had an arrow singing behind him.
"Is this lady Matilda, then, so very terrible a damsel?" said Sir Ralph to Brother Michael.
"By no means," said the friar. "She has certainly a high spirit; but it is the wing of the eagle, without his beak or his claw. She is as gentle as magnanimous: but it is the gentleness of the summer wind, which, however lightly it wave the tuft of the pine,
