RalphGoethHisWaysFromtheAbbeyofSt。MaryatHighamItwasthemonkwhohadbeenhisguidethedaybeforewhohadnowwakedhim，andhestoodbythebedsideholdingagreatbowlofmilkinhishand，andasRalphsatup，andrubbedhiseyes，withallhisyouthfulslothuponhim，themonklaughedandsaid：
“Thatiswell，lord，thatiswell！Ilovetoseeayoungmansosleepyinthemorning；itisasignofthriving；
andIseethouartthrivingheartilyforthetimewhenthoushaltcomebacktoustoleadmylord’shostinbattle。”
“Wherebethebale-fires？”saidRalph，notyetfullyawake。
“Wherebethey！”saidthebrother，“wherebethey！Theybesunkentocoldcoalslongago，likemanyaman’sdesiresandhopes，whohathnotyetlaidhisheadonthebosomofthemother，thatisHolyChurch。Come，mylord，arise，anddrinkthemonk’swineofmorning，andthenifyemustneedride，ridebetimes，andridehard；fortheWoodPerilousbeginnethpresentlyasyewendyourways；anditwerewellfortheetoreachtheBurgoftheFourFrithserethoubebenighted。