he Lord wanted was not a body, but a
number of individuals each seeking light and salvation in his own
fashion. That would be a fearful evil--an evil which would rend the
body into a thousand schisms, and bring down at last the heavy
wrath of God, who has from the beginning taught men that the body
must be without spot or wrinkle or any such thing before it can be
fit to be the bride of the Lamb.

The young monk earnestly strove to show the perils of both these
ways to the boys who rode beside him, and his words were earnestly
listened to, and, by one at least, laid seriously to heart, to be
remembered in after days almost as the words of prophecy, and
destined to have a lasting effect upon his own future career.

From that day Edred renounced all thought of the monastic life,
feeling that such a life would but trammel his conscience and
stultify his judgment. He resolved to live his life in the world,
whilst seeking to be not of the world. How that resolve was kept
there is no space in these pages to tell.

Slowly and quietly the three friends jogged down into the little
fishing and trading hamlet that lay at the base of the cliffs. In
the small bay lay one or two sloops and frigates, and it was not
hard to find the owner of the one which was to sail that night and
carry Brother Emmanuel away. Julian found the man, and made all
arrangements; whilst Edred saw that Brother Emmanuel made a
sufficient meal, and sat talking with him to the very last,
drinking in new thoughts and aspirations with every word, and
striving, in the joy of knowing his beloved preceptor to be safe,
to still the ache at heart which this parting involved.

The sun was just setting as the boat bearing Brother Emmanuel to
the sloop pushed off from shore. The skipper resolved to set sail
forthwith, and the boys stood watching whilst she shook out her
canvas to the favouring breeze, and glided like a white-winged sea
bird out from the shelter of the bay and into the wide ocean.

There were smarting tears in Edred's eyes despite his joy and
relief. But Julian had room only for the latter feeling, and waved
his cap with an air of exultant triumph as the sails expanded more
and more and the little vessel went skimming its way over the
shining sea.

"He is safe, and we have saved him!" he cried with flashing eyes.
"Let men say what they will, but he was no heretic. I fear not but
that we have done right in the sight of God, even though we may not