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"If you are, as I
understand, to shut yourself forever in your cell within the four
walls of an abbey, then of what use would it be were your prayer
to be answered?"
"The use of my own salvation."
She turned from him with a pretty shrug and wave. "Is that all?"
she said. "Then you are no better than Father Christopher and
the rest of them. Your own, your own, ever your own! My father
is the king's man, and when he rides into the press of fight he
is not thinking ever of the saving of his own poor body; he recks
little enough if he leave it on the field. Why then should you,
who are soldiers of the Spirit, be ever moping or hiding in cell
or in cave, with minds full of your own concerns, while the
world, which you should be mending, is going on its way, and
neither sees nor hears you? Were ye all as thoughtless of your
own souls as the soldier is of his body, ye would be of more
avail to the souls of others."
"There is sooth in what you say, lady," Alleyne answered; "and
yet I scarce can see what you would have the clergy and the
church to do.


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