in described the angels as weeping because men would not turn
and love the Lord who had died for them. He described the joy over
one repentant sinner, the horror over the sins which crucified the
Lord afresh. They were waiting now to set the bells of heaven a
ringing, when the news came of one soul converted and turned to the
Lord--one repentant sinner.

"They are waiting now," he said. "Will you keep them waiting up
there with their hands on the ropes?"

Cries of "No! no!" broke from several.

"And there be the cruel, rampant, remorseless devils with their
claws, hoofs, and horns. They be terrible, but their hearts of fire
are the worst, those evil hearts burning with hatred to the sons of
men. Now, on my way I saw a vision: we rested at a holy house of
God, where be many brethren who strive to glorify Him, according to
the rule of Saint Benedict. And as we were all at prayers in the
chapel, methought it was full of devils whispering all sorts of
temptations, as they did to Saint Antony, trying to keep the monks
from their prayers and meditations. And lo, I came to Lewes, and
methought one devil only sat on the gate, and swayed the hearts of
all the men in the town. He had little to do. The world and the
flesh were helping him, and just now it was the devil of cruelty."

The men looked down.

"'A Jew! only a Jew!' you say; 'the wicked Jews crucified our
Lord.'

"And ye, what do ye do? Why, ye crucify Him daily. Nay, look not so
amazed. Saint Paul says it, not I. He says the sins of Christians
crucify our Lord afresh."

And here he spoke so piteously of the Passion of the Lord and His
thirst for the souls of men, that women, yea and many men, wept
aloud. In short, when the sermon was over, the crowd escorted
Martin to the priory, where he was to lodge, with tears and cries
of joy.

"Thou hast begun well, brother Martin," said Ginepro, when they
could first speak to each other in the hospitium.

"I! No, not I. God gave me strength," and he sank on the bench
exhausted and pale.

"It is too much for thee."

"No, not too much. I love the good work. God give the increase."

"What Martin, my Martin, thou here? I have followed thee. I heard
thee, but couldn't get near thee for the press," cried an exultant
voice.

"My Hubert, so thou art a knight at last?"

"Yes, and tomorrow I go to Walderne to say goodbye to the people
there, and the next day take ship from Pevensey for Harfleur, on my
road to the Holy L