“And thus they strive, thus they think to check the growth of the evil weed by fire and by the sword!  Yet even nature may teach them that the burned field only yields the richer crop, and that the plough tearing its way along is a fertilizer of the earth.  Would to heaven they would send forth evangelists from the Church, not with fire and sword, but with the sword of the Spirit—­the Word of God—­with the lamp of life in their hands; not to deny the people that life-giving fount, but to give them to drink through the channels God Himself has appointed!  Then, indeed, methinks heresy would soon cease to exist.  But theirs is not the way; God who dwelleth in the heavens will soon show them that.  Theirs is not the way!”

But time there was none now for one of those conversations in which Edred’s heart delighted.  Julian burst in then with the story of the latest scene in that solemn spectacle—­of the whispered words of Brother Fabian; of the call for Brother Emmanuel; of the appeal made to Sir Oliver, and his reply; and finally of the certainty that the house would speedily be searched, and the necessity of getting into safe hiding before that happened.

“Safe hiding!” said Brother Emmanuel with a slight smile; “my kind pupils, there can be no safe hiding from the messengers sent forth from the Church.  Wherever I am they will find and drag me forth.  I am grateful for all the goodness shown to me at Chad by all within its walls; but none shall suffer on my account.  It hath not pleased God to open to me a way of escape, wherefore I must now yield myself to the will of my enemies; and it were better to go forth and be taken by the spies without than to remain here a source of peril to those within these walls.”

“But there is yet another way!” cried Edred with flashing eyes.  “Thou shalt not go forth, and yet thou shalt not be a source of peril to any living soul.  Brother Emmanuel, methinks it was God’s doing, or that of the holy saints, that this hap befell us which revealed to us a safe hiding place of which none knows but ourselves, not even our father and mother, and the secret of which we have preserved unto this day, resisting the temptation to divulge it to any living soul.  Time presses.  When we are there I will tell thee all the tale—­how this secret place came to our knowledge.  But now let us tarry no longer, but come quickly and see for thyself.  Once within that friendly shelter thou wilt have naught to fear save the loneliness to which thou art well used.

“See, there is Julian already opening the door.  Come, my father, come!”

Julian had kindled the little lamp the boys had constructed for themselves, and which was much upon the principle of a modern bull’s-eye, and could be safely carried through draughty passages without flickering or going out; and now the wondering monk allowed Edred to take him by the hand and lead him step by step along the narrow, tortuous passage.  Julian closed the door behind them, showing how the cleverly-contrived spring acted; then they proceeded step by step in cautious silence—­for this passage skirted a great portion of the house, and was very long—­towards their destination, till at last they stood within the secret chamber itself; and Julian extinguished the light, to let the evening sunshine filter in and show how much of illumination it could give.