"By my troth," said the knight, "thou hast sung well and lustily, and in high praise of thine order. And, talking of the devil, Holy Clerk, are you not afraid that he may pay you a visit during some of your uncanonical pastimes?"

"I uncanonical!" answered the hermit; "I scorn the charge—I scorn it with my heels.—I serve the duty of my chapel duly and truly—Two masses daily, morning and evening, primes, noons, and vespers, aves, credos, paters"—

"Excepting moon-light nights, when the venison is in season," said his guest.

"Exceptis excipiendis," replied the hermit, "as our old abbot taught me to say when impertinent laymen should ask me if I kept every punctilio of my order."

"True, holy father," said the knight; "but the devil is apt to keep an eye on such exceptions; he goes about, thou knowest, like a roaring lion."

"Let him roar here if he dares," said the friar; "a touch of my cord will make him roar as loud as the tongs of St Dunstan himself did.