``Swearestthou，HolyClerk?’’saidtheBlackKnight。
``ClerkmenoClerks，’’repliedthetransformedpriest；``bySaintGeorgeandtheDragon，Iamnolongerashavelingthanwhilemyfrockisonmyback——WhenIamcasedinmygreencassock，I
willdrink，swear，andwooalass，withanyblitheforesterintheWestRiding。’’
``Comeon，JackPriest，’’saidLocksley，``andbesilent；thouartasnoisyasawholeconventonaholyeve，whentheFatherAbbothasgonetobed——
Comeonyou，too，mymasters，tarrynottotalkofit——Isay，comeon，wemustcollectallourforces，andfewenoughweshallhave，ifwearetostormtheCastleofReginaldFront-de-Buf。’’