So the two, while they waited, talked together in low tones.
"The merry-hearted canon is in most things wise, I do suppose,"
observed Humphrey. "But I feel not like a priest though I wear his
garb. And I fear to do something which will betray me to be but the
Saxon serving-man which I am. Still, I must wear it?" And he looked
inquiringly at Hugo.
"Yea," replied the boy. "The land is so full of priests that few scan
them closely. And, moreover, there be Saxons among them. He was born
but a Saxon serf who was the great pope Adrian IV."
"Sayest thou so?" said Humphrey. "I will e'en take courage and wear the
priest's garb as well as I can. I suppose thou knowest all this from
thine uncle, the prior?"
[Illustration: Humphrey in Priest's Garb]
"Yea," answered Hugo, with a smile.
A while there was silence, while both listened. Then Humphrey said,
"But I like not the canon's plan that we go to St. Albans."
"And wherefore?" asked Hugo.
"That I cannot tell. I do but know that I like it not. It were better
to go straight to London. So think I, and so do I say."
Hugo reflected.
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