“None of note enough to be put to ransom,” answered the Captain; “a set of hilding fellows there were, whom we dismissed to find them a new master⁠—enough had been done for revenge and profit; the bunch of them were not worth a cardecu. The prisoner I speak of is better booty⁠—a jolly monk riding to visit his leman, an I may judge by his horse-gear and wearing apparel.⁠—Here cometh the worthy prelate, as pert as a pyet.” And, between two yeomen, was brought before the silvan throne of the outlaw Chief, our old friend, Prior Aymer of Jorvaulx.