Who is the canon that is thine
uncle's friend at Peterborough?"
"Canon Thurstan," replied Hugo.
"In the Canon Thurstan's house--" began Humphrey.
"But the canon hath no house," interrupted Hugo, with a smile.
"And how is that?" demanded Humphrey, with a puzzled air.
"It happeneth because this cathedral is on another foundation, and the
canons here be regular and not secular, as they be in Lincoln."
Humphrey reflected. "I understand not," he said at length.
"At Peterborough the canons live all together in one house," explained
Hugo. "Were we to go there we should be taken to the hospitium, where
we should be lodged."
"And there see the Canon Thurstan?"
"Yea."
Again Humphrey reflected. Then he said: "The ways of priests be many.
Mayhap I had known more of them, but in my forty years I have had to do
with other matters, like serving my lord and lady in troublous times.
The priest at the castle I did know, but not much of the ways of
priests in priests' houses. And now cometh the evening mist right
early. I will but make up the fire and then lead away the horses.
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