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"I went not, for the which I now grieve, the more as my good cousin telleth me that Master Sastre is accounted a great one by some but these seem not of the best." "Misconceive me not, fair cousin," said Lord Marnell. "It is only the Lollards that think well of the man, and thou wottest that Holy Church looketh not kindly on their evil doings.

"Master Pynson, we have heard strange things to-day." "We have, of a truth, Mistress Margery. I wonder whether Master Sastre be right." "I wish greatly," replied Margery, "that I could get the book wherein I have heard that Master Wycliffe rendered God's Word into the vulgar tongue. I could see then whether Master Sastre were right. I would I knew of any man who had that book!"

"Christopher it was that told me, and yon evil man for sure, though he be a holy priest, yet is he an evil man, or would he never else have so dealt with your Ladyship yon evil man, Abbot Bilson was there, and did sore press Master Sastre for to have confessed his error; but Master Sastre did maintain the same to the end." Margery turned away her head.

Sastre also drew the attention of his hearers to the fact that the ascription of praise in the text was made by the angels. The blessed angels do worship unto the Lamb, but I see not any offer for to do worship unto the angels, save only Saint John himself, who doth twice fall down to worship afore the feet of the angel which did show these things unto him.

Dame Lovell moved away to take the pottage off the fire, and Pynson, approaching Margery, whispered to her, "They say that this Master Sastre preacheth strange things, like as did Master John Wycliffe a while agone; howbeit, since Holy Church interfereth not, I trow we may well go to hear him." Margery's colour rose, and she said in a low voice, "It will do us no harm, trow?"

I looked not for thee until evensong." "I finished mine errand, good mistress," replied the youth, "earlier by much than I looked for to do." "Hast heard any news, Richard?" "None, mistress mine, unless it be news that a homily will be preached in Bostock Church on Sunday next ensuing, by a regular of Oxenforde, one Master Sastre."

Master Sastre, the priest, who my fair cousin telleth me was a-preaching in Bostock Church yestermorn, is, I take it, one of their chief men, and did learn of Master Wycliffe himself. I trow he will find it go hard with him if ever he cometh near London again. Sir Ralph here made a remark which turned the conversation; for this Margery was sorry, as it had interested her extremely.

At first Margery felt as if she were doing wrong in reading the book, but her curiosity drew her on, as well as her earnest desire to know more of those "strange things" of which Sastre had spoken in his sermon. Margery had taken the precaution of fastening the door before she commenced the study of the book.

Before we accompany Margery and Richard to hear the homily of Master Sastre, it might perhaps be as well to prevent any misunderstanding on the part of the reader with respect to Richard Pynson.

The venerable image of Sastre rose up before her, as he learned forward over the pulpit to say those last earnest words. "Ah, dear old teacher!" she whispered to herself. "Thou wilt not have long to look among the multitude in the white apparel, for one face which was upturned to thee that day!"