The man stretched out his arm.
"Cannot you see the money in that direction?"
"Ay, if you can reach it, plenty of it; but that is not the road to Vayenne, and there is money that way, too," said the woman, bending over her work.
"As much?" queried the man.
"Why ask? Is it not the Vayenne road he must take so that he may be Duke one day?"
"Make up another riddle against that time, mother, and read my fate."
"It would put the fear of God in thee, Simon; thou art best in ignorance."
The man turned away with an uneasy laugh. He, too, feared the old woman, although he would not have it appear so. He stopped to look down at Herrick.
"What can we do with the priest?" he murmured to himself, but not so softly that another behind him did not hear.
"Why not knife him?"