"
So we stood musing a little while, I gazing not on the dead men, but
on the strange pictures on the wall, which were richer and deeper
coloured than those in the nave; till at last John Ball turned to me
and laid his hand on my shoulder. I started and said, "Yea, brother;
now must I get me back to Will Green's house, as I promised to do so
timely."
"Not yet, brother," said he; "I have still much to say to thee, and
the night is yet young. Go we and sit in the stalls of the vicars,
and let us ask and answer on matters concerning the fashion of this
world of menfolk, and of this land wherein we dwell; for once more I
deem of thee that thou hast seen things which I have not seen, and
could not have seen." With that word he led me back into the chancel,
and we sat down side by side in the stalls at the west end of it,
facing the high altar and the great east window. By this time the
chancel was getting dimmer as the moon wound round the heavens; but
yet was there a twilight of the moon, so that I could still see the
things about me for all the brightness of the window that faced us;
and this moon twilight would last, I knew, until the short summer
night should wane, and the twilight of the dawn begin to show us the
colours of all things about us.
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