“Of church and lay,” said the Friar; “and therefore, Sir Prior facite vobis amicos de Mammone iniquitatis ⁠—make yourselves friends of the Mammon of unrighteousness, for no other friendship is like to serve your turn.”

“I love a jolly woodsman at heart,” said the Prior, softening his tone; “come, ye must not deal too hard with me⁠—I can well of woodcraft, and can wind a horn clear and lustily, and hollow till every oak rings again⁠—Come, ye must not deal too hard with me.”

“Give him a horn,” said the Outlaw; “we will prove the skill he boasts of.”

The Prior Aymer winded a blast accordingly. The Captain shook his head.