e will of the whispering wind？
〃As well seek Heaven's gate in yon fair reflection as learn to love in this light…minded； deceitful city；〃 Hilarius said to himself a little bitterly。 He deemed that he had plumbed its hollowness and learnt the full measure of its vanity。 Already he shunned the company and diversions of his fellow pages； though he was ever ready to serve them。 A prentice lad's homely brawl set him shivering； a woman's jest painted his cheeks 'til they rivalled a young maid's at her first wooing。 He plucked aside his skirts and walked in judgment； only wherever mountebank or juggler held the crowd enthralled； there Hilarius； half…ashamed； would push his way； in the unacknowledged hope of seeing again the maid whose mother； like his own； was light o' love： a strange link truly to bind Hilarius in his blindness to the rest of poor sinful humanity。
Suddenly there broke on his musing the clatter of horse…hoofs； and a gay young page came spurring with bent head under the low archway。 He reined up by Hilarius：
〃Dear lad； kind lad； wilt thou do me a service？〃
〃That will I； Hal； an it be in my power。〃
〃Take this purse； then； to the Cock Tavern and give it mine host。 'Tis Luke Langland's reckoning； he left it with me yesternight； but my head was full of feast and tourney； and 'tis yet undelivered。 Mine host will not let the serving men and the two horses go 'til he hath seen Luke's money； and I cannot stay； for my lord will need me。〃
Hilarius took the purse； and his fellow page； blessing him for a good comrade； clattered back through the gateway。
The streets were full of life and colour； serving men in the livery of Abbat and Knight； King and Cardinal； lounged at the tavern doors dicing； gaming； and drinking。 Hilarius walked delicately and strove to shut eyes and ears to the sights and sounds of sin。 He delivered the purse； only to hear mine host curse roundly because it was lighter than the reckoning； and after being hustled and jeered at for a milk…faced varlet by the men who stood drinking； he sought with scarlet cheeks for a less frequented way。
The quiet of a narrow street invited him； he turned aside； and suddenly traffic and turmoil died away。 He was in a city within a city； a place of mean tenements； wretched hovels； ruined houses； and； keeping guard over them all； a grim square tower； blind save for two windowed eyes。 Men； ill…favoured； hang…dog； or care…worn； stood about the house doors silent and moody； a white…faced woman crossing the street with a bucket gave no greeting； the very children rolling in the foul gutters neither laughed nor chattered nor played。 The city without seemed very far from this dismal sordid place。
Hilarius felt a touch on his shoulder； and a kindly voice said：…
〃How now； young sir； for what crime dost thou take sanctuary？〃
He looked up and saw an old man in the black dress of an ecclesiastic； the keys of St Peter broidered on his arm。
〃Sanctuary；〃 stammered Hilarius； 〃nay； good sir； I … 〃
The other laughed。
〃Wert thou star…gazing； then； that thou could'st stray into these precincts and know it not？ This is the City of Refuge to which a man may flee when he has robbed or murdered his fellow； or been guilty of treason； seditious talk； or slander … a strange place in which to see such a face as thine。〃
〃I did but seek a quiet way home and lost the turning；〃 said Hilarius； 〃in sooth； 'tis a fearful place。〃
〃Ay； boy； 'tis a place of darkness and despair； despite its safety … even the King's arm falls short when a man is in these precincts： but from himself and the knowledge of his crime； a man cannot flee； hence I say 'tis a place of darkness and despair。〃
The unspoken question shone in Hilarius' eyes； and the other answered it。
〃Nay； there is no blood on my soul； young sir。 'Twas good advice I gave； well meant but ill received； so here I dwell to learn the wisdom of fools and the foolishness of wisdom。〃
〃Does the Abbat know what evil men these are that seek the shelter of Holy Church？〃 asked Hilarius； perplexed。
〃Most surely he knows； but what would'st thou have？ It hath ever been the part of the Church to embrace sinners with open arms lest they repent。 A man leaves wrath behind him when he flees hither； but should he set foot in the city without； he is the law's； and no man may gainsay it。〃
〃Nay； sir； but these look far from repentance；〃 said Hilarius。
〃Ay； ay； true eno'；〃 rejoined the other cheerfully； 〃but then 'tis not for nothing Mother Church holds the keys。 Man's law may fail to reach； but there is ever hell…fire for the unrepented sinner。〃
Hilarius nodded； and his eyes wandered over the squalid place with the North Porch of the Abbey for its sole beauty。
〃It must be as hell here； to live with robbers and men with bloody hands。〃
〃Nay；〃 said the old man hastily； 〃many of them are kindly folk； and many have slain in anger without thought。 'Tis a sad place； though； and thy young face is like a sunbeam on a winter's day。 Come； I will show thee thy road。〃
He led Hilarius through the winding alleys and set him once more on the edge of the city's stir and hum。
〃I can no further；〃 he said。 〃Farewell； young sir； and God keep thee！ An old man's blessing ne'er harmed any one。〃
Hilarius gave him godden； and sped swiftly back through the streets crowded with folks returning from the tourney。 The Abbey bell rang out above the shouts and din。
〃'Tis an evil； evil world；〃 quoth young Hilarius。
CHAPTER III … A SENDING FROM THE LORD
OCTOBER and November came and sped； and Hilarius' longing to be a limner waxed with the waning year。 One day by the waterside he met Martin； of whom he saw now much； now little； for the Minstrel followed the Court。
〃The cage grows too small for me； lad；〃 he said； as he stood with Hilarius watching the sun sink below the Surrey uplands； 〃ay； and I love one woman； which is ill for a man of my trade。 I must be away to my mistress； winter or no winter； else my song will die and my heart break。〃
〃'Tis even so with me； good Martin；〃 said Hilarius sadly； 〃I too would fain go forth and serve my mistress； but the cage door is barred； and I may not open it from within。〃
Martin whistled and smote the lad friendly on the shoulder。
〃Patience； lad； patience； thou art young yet。 Eighteen this Martinmas； say you？ In truth 'tis a great age； but still leaves time and to spare。 'All things come to a waiting man；' saith the proverb。〃
A week later he chanced on Hilarius sitting on a bench under the south wall of the farmery cloister。 It was a mild； melancholy day； and suited the Minstrel's mood。
He sat down by him and told of King and Court； then when Hilarius had once more cried his longing； he said gravely：…
〃One comes who will open more cage doors than thine and mine； lad … and yet earn no welcome。〃
Hilarius looked at him questioningly。
〃Lad； hast thou ever seen Death？〃
〃Nay； good Martin。〃
〃It comes； lad； it comes； or I am greatly at fault。 I saw the Plague once in Flanders； and fled against the wind； and so came out with a clean skin； now I am like to see it again； for it has landed in the south； and creeps this way。 Mark my words； lad； thou wilt know Death ere the winter is out； and such as God keep thee from。〃
Hilarius understood little of these words but the sound of them； and turned to speak of other things。
Martin looked at him gloomily。
〃Best get back to the cloister and Prior Stephen； lad。〃
〃Nay； good Martin； that may not be； but I have still a letter for the Abbat of St Alban's； and would hasten thither if Sir John would set me free。 Methinks I am a slow scholar；〃 went on poor Hilarius ruefully； 〃for I have not yet gone hungry … and as for love； methinks there are few folk to love in this wicked city。〃
Martin laughed and then grew grave again。
〃Maybe he comes who will teach thee both； and yet I would fain find thee a kinder master。 Well； well； lad； get thee to St Alban's an it be possible； thou art best in a cloister； methinks； for all thy wise Prior Stephen may say。〃
And he went off singing …
〃Three felons hung from a roadside tree； One black and one white and one grey； And the ravens plucked their eyes away From one and two and three； That honest men might see And thievish knaves should pay； Lest these might be As blind as they。 Ah； well…a…day； well…a…day！ One … two … three！ On the gallows…tree hung they。〃
Hilarius listened with a smile until the last notes of Martin's voice had died away； and then fell a…musing of hunger and love； the dancer and the Prior。
Suddenly； as if his thought had taken speech； he heard a voice say：
〃I hunger； I hunger； feed me most sweet Manna； for I hunger … I hunger； and I love。〃
He sprang to his feet； but there was no one in sight。 Again the shrill quavering voice called：
〃Love of God； I hunger； Love of God； I die。 Blessed Peter； pray for me！ Blessed Michael； defend me！〃
Hilarius knew now； it was the Ankret； that holy man who for sixty years had fasted and prayed in his living tomb at the corner of the cloister。 He was held a saint above all the ankrets before him； and wondrous wise； the King himself had sought his counsel； and the Convent held him in high esteem。
Again the voice： Hilarius strove to reach up to the grated window of the cell … it was too high above him。 An overpowering desire came upon him to ask the Ankret of his future。 With a spring he caught at the window's upright bars； his cap flew off and he hung bare…headed； the sun behind him； gazing into the cell。
On his knees was an old man whose long white hair lay in matted locks upon his shoulders； and whose beard fell far below his girdle。 The skin of his face was like grey parchment； and his deep…set eyes glowed strangely in their hollow cavities。
Hilarius strove to speak； but words failed him。
The Ankret looking up saw the beautiful face at his window with its aureole of yellow hair； and stretched out his bony withered hands。
〃Blessed Michael； Blessed Michael； the messenger of the Lord！〃 he cried； gaining strength from the vision。
〃What would'st thou； Father！〃 said Hilarius； afraid。
〃Nay； who am I that I should speak？ and yet； and yet … 〃 the old man's voice grew weak