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He led Hilarius through the winding alleys and set him once more on the edge of the city's stir and hum。
〃I can no further；〃 he said。 〃Farewell； young sir； and God keep thee！ An old man's blessing ne'er harmed any one。〃
Hilarius gave him godden； and sped swiftly back through the streets crowded with folks returning from the tourney。 The Abbey bell rang out above the shouts and din。
〃'Tis an evil； evil world；〃 quoth young Hilarius。
CHAPTER III … A SENDING FROM THE LORD
OCTOBER and November came and sped； and Hilarius' longing to be a limner waxed with the waning year。 One day by the waterside he met Martin； of whom he saw now much； now little； for the Minstrel followed the Court。
〃The cage grows too small for me； lad；〃 he said； as he stood with Hilarius watching the sun sink below the Surrey uplands； 〃ay； and I love one woman； which is ill for a man of my trade。 I must be away to my mistress； winter or no winter； else my song will die and my heart break。〃
〃'Tis even so with me； good Martin；〃 said Hilarius sadly； 〃I too would fain go forth and serve my mistress； but the cage door is barred； and I may not open it from within。〃
Martin whistled and smote the lad friendly on the shoulder。
〃Patience； lad； patience； thou art young yet。 Eighteen this Martinmas； say you？ In truth 'tis a great age； but still leaves time and to spare。 'All things come to a waiting man；' saith the proverb。〃
A week later he chanced on Hilarius sitting on a bench under the south wall of the farmery cloister。 It was a mild； melancholy day； and suited the Minstrel's mood。
He sat down by him and told of King and Court； then when Hilarius had once more cried his longing； he said gravely：…
〃One comes who will open more cage doors than thine and mine； lad … and yet earn no welcome。〃
Hilarius looked at him questioningly。
〃Lad； hast thou ever seen Death？〃
〃Nay； good Martin。〃
〃It comes； lad； it comes； or I am greatly at fault。 I saw the Plague once in Flanders； and fled against the wind； and so came out with a clean skin； now I am like to see it again； for it has landed in the south； and creeps this way。 Mark my words； lad； thou wilt know Death ere the winter is out； and such as God keep thee from。〃
Hilarius understood little of these words but the sound of them； and turned to speak of other things。
Martin looked at him gloomily。
〃Best get back to the cloister and Prior Stephen； lad。〃
〃Nay； good Martin； that may not be； but I have still a letter for the Abbat of St Alban's； and would hasten thither if Sir John would set me free。 Methinks I am a slow scholar；〃 went on poor Hilarius ruefully； 〃for I have not yet gone hungry … and as for love； methinks there are few folk to love in this wicked city。〃
Martin laughed and then grew grave again。
〃Maybe he comes who will teach thee both； and yet I would fain find thee a kinder master。 Well； well； lad； get thee to St Alban's an it be possible； thou art best in a cloister； methinks； for all thy wise Prior Stephen may say。〃
And he went off singing …
〃Three felons hung from a roadside tree； One black and one white and one grey； And the ravens plucked their eyes away From one and two and three； That honest men might see And thievish knaves should pay； Lest these might be As blind as they。 Ah； well…a…day； well…a…day！ One … two … three！ On the gallows…tree hung they。〃
Hilarius listened with a smile until the last notes of Martin's voice had died away； and then fell a…musing of hunger and love； the dancer and the Prior。
Suddenly； as if his thought had taken speech； he heard a voice say：
〃I hunger； I hunger； feed me most sweet Manna； for I hunger … I hunger； and I love。〃
He sprang to his feet； but there was no one in sight。 Again the shrill quavering voice called：
〃Love of God； I hunger； Love of God； I die。 Blessed Peter； pray for me！ Blessed Michael； defend me！〃
Hilarius knew now； it was the Ankret； that holy man who for sixty years had fasted and prayed in his living tomb at the corner of the cloister。 He was held a saint above all the ankrets before him； and wondrous wise； the King himself had sought his counsel； and the Convent held him in high esteem。
Again the voice： Hilarius strove to reach up to the grated window of the cell … it was too high above him。 An overpowering desire came upon him to ask the Ankret of his future。 With a spring he caught at the window's upright bars； his cap flew off and he hung bare…headed； the sun behind him； gazing into the cell。
On his knees was an old man whose long white hair lay in matted locks upon his shoulders； and whose beard fell far below his girdle。 The skin of his face was like grey parchment； and his deep…set eyes glowed strangely in their hollow cavities。
Hilarius strove to speak； but words failed him。
The Ankret looking up saw the beautiful face at his window with its aureole of yellow hair； and stretched out his bony withered hands。
〃Blessed Michael； Blessed Michael； the messenger of the Lord！〃 he cried； gaining strength from the vision。
〃What would'st thou； Father！〃 said Hilarius； afraid。
〃Nay； who am I that I should speak？ and yet； and yet … 〃 the old man's voice grew weaker … 〃the Bread of Heaven； that I may die in peace。〃
He stretched out his hands again entreatingly； and Hilarius was sore perplexed。
〃Dost thou crave speech of the Abbat； my Father？〃
The Ankret looked troubled。
〃Blessed Michael； Blessed Michael！〃 he murmured entreatingly。
Hilarius' hands hurt him sore； it was clear that the holy man saw some wondrous vision； and 'twas no gain time to speech of him。
〃Blessed Michael； Blessed Michael！〃 quavered the old； tired voice。
Hilarius felt himself slipping； with a great effort he held fast and braced himself against the wall
〃Blessed Michael； Blessed Michael！〃 … The appeal in the half…dead face was awful。
Hilarius' grip failed； he slid to the ground bruised and sore from the unaccustomed strain； but well pleased。 True； he had gained no counsel from the Ankret； but he had seen the holy man … ay； even when he was visited by a heavenly messenger； and that in itself should bring a blessing。 He turned to go； when a sudden thought came to him。 There was no one in sight； no sound but the failing cry from the tired old saint。 Hilarius doffed his cap again and his fresh young voice rose clear and sweet through the thin still air：…
〃Iesu； dulcis memoria； Dans vera cordis gaudia； Sed super mel et omnia Dulcis ejus praesentia。〃
At the fourth stanza his memory failed him； but he could hear the Ankret crooning to himself the words he had sung； and crying softly like a little child。
Hilarius went home with wonder in his heart； but said no word of what had befallen him； and that night the Ankret died； and the Sub… Prior gave him the last sacraments。
Next day it was known that a vision had been vouchsafed the holy man before his end； and that the Prince of Angels himself had brought his message of release： and Hilarius； greatly content to think that the Blessed Michael had indeed been so near him； kept his own counsel。
He told Lady Eleanor of Martin's words。
〃God save the King！〃 she said； and went into her oratory to pray： and there was need of prayer； for the Minstrel's foreboding was no idle one。 Ere London knew it the Plague was at her gates； yet the King； undeterred； came to spend Christmas at Westminster； but Martin was not in his train。 Men's mirth waxed hot by reason of the terror they would not recognise。 Banquet and revel； allegory and miracle play； pageant of beautiful women and brave men； junketing； ay； and rioting … thus they flung a defiance at the enemy； and then fled： for across the clash of the feast bells sounded the mournful note of funeral dirge and requiem。
Eleanor； knowing Hilarius' ardent longing for school and master； prayed her father to set him on the way to St Alban's instead of keeping him with them to follow a fugitive Court。 The good knight； feeling one page more or less mattered little when Death was so ready to serve； and anxious for the lad's safety and well…being； assented gladly enough。 So it came to pass that on the Feast of the Three Kings Hilarius found himself on the Watling Street Way； a well…filled purse in his pocket； but a fearful heart under his jerkin； for the Death he had never seen loomed large； a great king； and by all accounts a most mighty hunter。
CHAPTER IV … BLIND EYES WHICH COULD SEE
IT is； for the most part； the moneyed man who flees from the face of Death； the poor man awaits him quietly； with patient indifference； in the field or under his own roof…tree； ay； and often flings the door wide for the guest； or hastens his coming。 Thus it came to pass that while the stricken poor agonised in the grip of unknown horror； bishop and merchant； prince and chapman； fine ladies in gorgeous litters； abbesses with their train of nuns； and many more； fled north； east； and west； from the pestilent cities； and encumbered the roads with much traffic。 One procession； and one only； did Hilarius meet making its way to London。
It was a keen frosty day； there had been little previous rain or snow； and the roads were dry； the trees in the hedgerows； b