As yet the wealthier monasteries in the north had been spared, and it was to preserve them from the greedy hands of the visiters, Doctors Lee and Layton, that the insurrection had been undertaken.  A simultaneous rising took place in Lincolnshire, headed by Makarel, Abbot of Barlings, but it was speedily quelled by the vigour and skill of the Duke of Suffolk, and its leader executed.  But the northern outbreak was better organized, and of greater force, for it now numbered thirty thousand men, under the command of a skilful and resolute leader named Robert Aske.

As may be supposed, the priesthood were main movers in a revolt having their especial benefit for its aim; and many of them, following the example of the Abbot of Barlings, clothed themselves in steel instead of woollen garments, and girded on the sword and the breastplate for the redress of their grievances and the maintenance of their rights.  Amongst these were the Abbots of Jervaux, Furness, Fountains, Rivaulx, and Salley, and, lastly, the Abbot of Whalley, before mentioned; a fiery and energetic prelate, who had ever been constant and determined in his opposition to the aggressive measures of the king.  Such was the Pilgrimage of Grace, such its design, and such its supporters.

Several large towns had already fallen into the hands of the insurgents.  York, Hull, and Pontefract had yielded; Skipton Castle was besieged, and defended by the Earl of Cumberland; and battle was offered to the Duke of Norfolk and the Earl of Shrewsbury, who headed the king’s forces at Doncaster.  But the object of the Royalist leaders was to temporise, and an armistice was offered to the rebels and accepted.  Terms were next proposed and debated.

During the continuance of this armistice all hostilities ceased; but beacons were reared upon the mountains, and their fires were to be taken as a new summons to arms.  This signal the eight watchers expected.

Though late in November, the day had been unusually fine, and, in consequence, the whole hilly ranges around were clearly discernible, but now the shades of evening were fast drawing on.

“Night is approaching,” cried the tall man in the velvet mantle, impatiently; “and still the signal comes not.  Wherefore this delay?  Can Norfolk have accepted our conditions?  Impossible.  The last messenger from our camp at Scawsby Lees brought word that the duke’s sole terms would be the king’s pardon to the whole insurgent army, provided they at once dispersed—­except ten persons, six named and four unnamed.”

“And were you amongst those named, lord abbot?” demanded one of the monks.

“John Paslew, Abbot of Whalley, it was said, headed the list,” replied the other, with a bitter smile.  “Next came William Trafford, Abbot of Salley.  Next Adam Sudbury, Abbot of Jervaux.  Then our leader, Robert Aske.  Then John Eastgate, Monk of Whalley—­”

“How, lord abbot!” exclaimed the monk.  “Was my name mentioned?”