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Chapter 5
Chapter 5 In the morning as they sat at breakfast four clerics were announced, and when they entered the king looked on them with stern disapproval. "What is the meaning of this journey on Sunday?" he demanded. A lank-jawed, thin-browed brother, with uneasy, intertwining fingers, and a deep-set, venomous eye, was the spokesman of those four. "Indeed," he said, and the fingers of his right hand strangled and did to death the fingers of his left hand, "indeed, we have transgressed by order." "Explain that." "We have been sent to you hurriedly by our master, Molasius of Devenish." "A pious, a saintly man," the king interrupted, "and one who does not countenance transgressions of the Sunday." "We were ordered to tell you as follows," said the grim cleric, and he buried the fi
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