But Edred passionately disclaimed and explained.

“Brother, holy father, speak not so! thou wilt break our hearts!  We love thee! thou knowest that we love thee!  And we think, we are assured, that we can yet save thee, and ourselves too.  Do not break our hearts by giving thyself up ere we have tried our utmost.  It may be—­nay, I am assured of it—­that our blessed Saviour has a great work for thee to do for Him somewhere.  Has He not Himself charged His servants if they be persecuted in one city to flee to another?  He has not bid them give themselves up to their foes, to be hindered from doing the work He has put it into their hearts to do.

“Pardon my forwardness if I seem to teach my preceptor.  I do but repeat words thou hast taught me.  Stay with us—­stay at Chad.  There be ways and means both for hiding and for flight of which few know or dream.  Let us have this alms to do for our Lord, that we hide and save one of His servants.  Thou canst little know what grief and sorrow thou wouldst cause to us, or thou couldst not talk of giving thyself up.”

The boy’s earnestness was so deep that it could not but produce an impression.  Although full of heroic courage and capabilities of self sacrifice, it was against human nature that Brother Emmanuel should desire to cast away his life, and that not by raising a protest for any point of conscience, but simply to be quietly put out of the way, that he might no longer expose the luxury and vice prevailing in the monastic retreat of which he was a member.

He had seen a row of underground niches, some of which had been walled up; and tradition asserted that living monks had been thus buried alive for being untrue to their vows.  He quite believed the prior capable of accusing him of the same sin and ordering him to a like fate.  In the eyes of the haughty ecclesiastic such a betrayal of cloister secrets would be looked upon as treachery to his vows, whilst in reality it was his very love for his vows, and his horror at their violation, which had inspired the pen that had poured forth burning words of denunciation and scorn.  To die openly for the cause would have been one thing—­a martyr has ofttimes spoken more eloquently by his death than by his life—­but to be thus buried in a living grave would benefit none; and who would not shrink from such a fate?

The pause which succeeded Edred’s impassioned appeal was broken by the entrance of Julian, flushed and heated.

“It is as we thought.  The house is watched.  There be six or seven spies posted around it—­most of them lay brothers, but some monks themselves.  Every entrance is watched closely.  None can go in or out unmarked by one or another.  Doubtless they have some signal which may at any time bring all of them together to one spot.