eman rode by below Chris bit his lip with
vexation, for it seemed to him like the disturbing of a death bed. A
star or two looked out, vanished, and peeped again from the luminous
sky, to the south, and the downs beneath were grey and hazy.

All the watchers now had their eyes on the eastern end of the church
that lay in dim shadow; they could see the roof of the vault behind
where the high altar lay beneath; the flying buttress of a chapel below;
and, nearer, the low roof of the Lady-chapel.

Chris kept his eyes strained on the upper vault, for there, he knew the
first movement would show itself.

The time seemed interminable. He moistened his dry lips from time to
time, shifted his position a little, and moved his elbow from the sharp
moulding of the window-frame.

Then he caught his breath.

From where he sat, in the direct line of his eyes, the top of a patch of
evergreen copse was visible just beyond the roof of the vault; and as
he looked he saw that a patch of paler green had appeared below it. All
in a moment he saw too the flying buttress crook itself like an elbow
and disappear. Then the vault was gone and the roof beyond; the walls
sank with incredible slowness and vanished.

A cloud of white dust puffed up like smoke.

Then through the open window came the roar of the tumbling masonry; and
shrill above it the clamour of a great crowd.

BOOK III

THE KING'S GRATITUDE

CHAPTER I

A SCHEME

The period that followed the destruction of Lewes Priory held very
strange months for Chris. He had slipped out of the stream into a
back-water, from which he could watch the swift movements of the time,
while himself undisturbed by them; for no further notice was taken of
his refusal to sign the surrender or of his resistance to the
Commissioners. The hands of the authorities were so full of business
that apparently it was not worth their while to trouble about an
inoffensive monk of no particular notoriety, who after all had done
little except in a negative way, and who appeared now to acquiesce in
silence and seclusion.

The household at Overfield was of a very mixed nature. Dom Anthony after
a month or two had left for the Continent to take up his vocation in a
Benedictine house; and Sir James and his wife, Chris, Margaret, and Mr.
Carleton remained together. For the present Chris and Margaret were
determined to wait, for a hundred things might intervene--Henry's death,
a changing of his m