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"
An
please
your
reverence
,
"
said
Dennet
,
"
a
drunken
priest
came
to
visit
the
Sacristan
at
Saint
Edmund
's
--
"
"
It
does
not
please
my
reverence
,
"
answered
the
churchman
,
"
that
there
should
be
such
an
animal
as
a
drunken
priest
,
or
,
if
there
were
,
that
a
layman
should
so
speak
him
.
Be
mannerly
,
my
friend
,
and
conclude
the
holy
man
only
wrapt
in
meditation
,
which
makes
the
head
dizzy
and
foot
unsteady
,
as
if
the
stomach
were
filled
with
new
wine
--
I
have
felt
it
myself
.
"
"
Well
,
then
,
"
answered
Father
Dennet
,
"
a
holy
brother
came
to
visit
the
Sacristan
at
Saint
Edmund
's
--
a
sort
of
hedge-priest
is
the
visitor
,
and
kills
half
the
deer
that
are
stolen
in
the
forest
,
who
loves
the
tinkling
of
a
pint-pot
better
than
the
sacring-bell
,
and
deems
a
flitch
of
bacon
worth
ten
of
his
breviary
;
for
the
rest
,
a
good
fellow
and
a
merry
,
who
will
flourish
a
quarter-staff
,
draw
a
bow
,
and
dance
a
Cheshire
round
,
with
e
'
er
a
man
in
Yorkshire
.
"
"
That
last
part
of
thy
speech
,
Dennet
,
"
said
the
Minstrel
,
"
has
saved
thee
a
rib
or
twain
.
"
"
Tush
,
man
,
I
fear
him
not
,
"
said
Dennet
;
"
I
am
somewhat
old
and
stiff
,
but
when
I
fought
for
the
bell
and
ram
at
Doncaster
--
"
"
But
the
story
--
the
story
,
my
friend
,
"
again
said
the
Minstrel
.
"
Why
,
the
tale
is
but
this
--
Athelstane
of
Coningsburgh
was
buried
at
Saint
Edmund
's
.
"
"
That
's
a
lie
,
and
a
loud
one
,
"
said
the
Friar
,
"
for
I
saw
him
borne
to
his
own
Castle
of
Coningsburgh
.
"
"
Nay
,
then
,
e
'
en
tell
the
story
yourself
,
my
masters
,
"
said
Dennet
,
turning
sulky
at
these
repeated
contradictions
;
and
it
was
with
some
difficulty
that
the
boor
could
be
prevailed
on
,
by
the
request
of
his
comrade
and
the
Minstrel
,
to
renew
his
tale
.
--
"
These
two
sober
friars
,
"
said
he
at
length
,
"
since
this
reverend
man
will
needs
have
them
such
,
had
continued
drinking
good
ale
,
and
wine
,
and
what
not
,
for
the
best
part
for
a
summer
's
day
,
when
they
were
aroused
by
a
deep
groan
,
and
a
clanking
of
chains
,
and
the
figure
of
the
deceased
Athelstane
entered
the
apartment
,
saying
,
'
Ye
evil
shep-herds
!
--
'
"
"
It
is
false
,
"
said
the
Friar
,
hastily
,
"
he
never
spoke
a
word
.
"
