“Think what you do, my masters,” said the Prior, “ere you put your hand on the Church’s patrimony—These things are inter res sacras , and I wot not what judgment might ensue were they to be handled by laical hands.”
“I will take care of that, reverend Prior,” said the Hermit of Copmanhurst ; “for I will wear them myself.”
“Friend, or brother,” said the Prior, in answer to this solution of his doubts, “if thou hast really taken religious orders, I pray thee to look how thou wilt answer to thine official for the share thou hast taken in this day’s work.”
“Friend Prior,” returned the Hermit, “you are to know that I belong to a little diocese, where I am my own diocesan, and care as little for the Bishop of York as I do for the Abbot of Jorvaulx, the Prior, and all the convent.”
“Thou art utterly irregular,” said the Prior; “one of those disorderly men,