The conductor knocked, and De Poininges soon found himself in
the presence of the proud Prior of Burscough. He wore a square cap of
black stuff, after the fashion of his order. His cloak, or upper
garment, was of the same colour, trimmed round the bottom with a double
edging. He reposed on a couch, or oaken settle, and seemed, in some
measure, either indisposed or unwilling to notice the homage he
received. His figure was strong and muscular, his complexion dull, and
almost swarthy. His lips were full, and his aspect rather coarse than
sensual. His brows were high, and unusually arched; but his eyes were
downcast, and seldom raised towards the speaker. In speech he was brief
and interrogative, but impatient under a tardy or inefficient answer.
"Thy name, stranger?"
"Michael de Poininges."
"From whence?"
"My business concerns you in private. I await your reverence's
pleasure."
The prior motioned the attendants to withdraw.
"Proceed. Thy message?" He spoke this with precipitancy, at the same
time abruptly changing his position.
"Mine errand is touching one Margaret de la Bech," said De Poininges,
seating himself opposite to the prior; "and I am directed to crave your
help for the clearing away of some loose suspicions regarding her
concealment.
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