He endorsed first what the Prior had said, and congratulated all there on possessing such a superior.  It was a great happiness, he said, to deal with men who showed themselves so reasonable and so loyal.  Some he had had to do with had not been so—­and—­and of course their stubbornness had brought its own penalty.  But of that he did not wish to speak.  On the other hand those who had shown themselves true subjects of his Grace had already found their reward.  He had great pleasure in announcing to them that what the Prior had said to them a day or two before was true; and that their brethren in religion of Chertsey Abbey, who had been moved to Bisham last year, were to go to the London Charterhouse in less than a month.  The papers were made out; he had assisted in their drawing up.

He spoke in a quiet restrained voice, and with an appearance of great deference; there was not the shadow of a bluster even when he referred to the penalties of stubbornness; it was very unlike the hot bullying arrogance of Dr. Layton.  Then he ended—­

“And so, reverend fathers, the choice is in your hands.  His Grace will use no compulsion.  You will hear presently that the terms of surrender are explicit in that point.  He will not force one man to sign who is not convinced that he can best serve his King and himself by doing so.  It would go sorely against his heart if he thought that he had been the means of making the lowest of his subjects to act contrary to the conscience that God has given him.  My Lord Prior, I will beg of you to read the terms of surrender.”

The paper was read, and it was as it had been described.  Again and again it was repeated in various phrases that the property was yielded of free-will.  It was impossible to find in it even the hint of a threat.  The properties in question were enumerated in the minutest manner, and the list included all the rights of the priory over the Cluniac cell of Castleacre.

The Prior laid the paper down, and looked at Dr. Petre.

The Commissioner rose from his seat, taking the paper as he did so, and so stood a moment.

“You see, reverend fathers, that it is as I told you.  I understand that you have already considered the matter, so that there is no more to be said.”

He stepped down from the dais and passed round to the further side of the table.  One of the secretaries pushed an ink-horn and a couple of quills across to him.

“My Lord Prior,” said Dr. Petre, with a slight bow.  “If you are willing to sign this, I will beg of you to do so; and after that to call up your subjects.”

He laid the paper down.  The Prior stepped briskly out of his seat, and passed round the table.

Chris watched his back, the thin lawyer beside him indicating the place for the name; and listened as in a dream to the scratching of the pen.  He himself still did not know what he would do.  If all signed—?

The Prior stepped back, and Chris caught a glimpse of a white face that smiled terribly.