Brother servants must always befriend one another.

I've got another good friend in the Ministry, we're like two brothers, but I can't trust him across the street. You I can trust.

They plundered the abbey of Holyrood at their departure, and afterwards the abbeys of Melrose and Dryburgh in their retreat, venting their rage by slaying the prior of Melrose and a few old monks who were too frail to take to flight, and carrying off a pyx from the altar after they had contemptuously thrown away the host.

The river, too, was colored, and every tree was like a torch burning stilly in the quiet of the evening.