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Or should you die with issue under age, such issue will be ward to the Abbot of Blossholme for the time being, and failing him, that is, if there were no Abbot and no Abbey, of the Crown." Sir John listened, then sank back into a chair, while his face went white as ashes. "Show me that judgment," he said slowly. "It is not yet engrossed, my son. Within ten days or so I hope But you seem faint.
Who that has ever seen them can forget the ruins of Blossholme Abbey, set upon their mount between the great waters of the tidal estuary to the north, the rich lands and grazing marshes that, backed with woods, border it east and south, and to the west by the rolling uplands, merging at last into purple moor, and, far away, the sombre eternal hills!
There is nothing to be said. Come, Christopher, for this once you obey me, not I you." So they went, and the wretched man raised himself upon his hands and looked after them, but what passed in his heart at that moment none will ever learn. Some months had gone by and Blossholme, with all the country round, was once more at peace.
I am Thomas Legh, his Grace's Visitor and Royal Commissioner to inspect the Houses called religious, and I am come hither upon complaint made by yonder Prioress of Blossholme Nunnery, as to your dealings with certain of his Highness's subjects whom, she says, you have accused of witchcraft for purposes of revenge and unlawful gain. That is who I am, my fine fowl of an Abbot."
Go, deck yourself in those fine clothes which Jacob Smith has sent from London, since the clergyman will be at Blossholme church by four, and I think that Thomas has waited long enough for you."
Old and feeble as I am, I'll seek him out and offer up the ancient House I rule to save your life and Cicely's yes, and Bridget's also." "You will go, Mother! Oh! God's blessing be on you. But how will you go? They will never suffer it." The old nun drew herself up, and answered "Who has the right to say to the Prioress of Blossholme that she shall not travel whither she will?
To save costs I laid before him the sundry points at issue between us, and in sum this is the judgment: Your title to all your Blossholme lands and those contiguous, totalling eight thousand acres, is not voided, yet it is held to be tainted and doubtful." "God's blood! Why?" asked Sir John. "My son, I will tell you," replied the Abbot gently.
"A forest reeve or herdsman who wanders about in a steel helm on a fine horse in snow-time when there are no trees to cut or cattle to mind! Well, have it as you will, master; only God save me from such reeves and herdmen, for I think they hail from hell." "Then he was a spy watching whither we go," answered Sir John angrily. "If so, who sent him? The Abbot of Blossholme?
Also I need a holiday, and ere I die would once again see Blossholme, where I was born, should we live to reach it. But if we start to-morrow I have much to do this night. For instance, your jewels which I hold in pawn must be set in a place of safety; also these deeds, whereof copies should be made, and that pearl must be left in trusty hands for sale.
To them who knew well that this being was Thomas Bolle, the thing seemed absurd. Yet it could not be denied that the said Thomas at Emlyn's instigation had worked much evil on the monks of Blossholme, paying them, or rather their Abbot, back in his own coin. Yet what was to be done?
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