ain which the cloaked man
brought to Emlyn."

Cicely gave it to him, and he studied it carefully; then said, in an
indifferent voice--

"The other day I saw a list of Christian captives said to have been
recovered from the Turks by the Emperor Charles at Tunis, and among
them was one 'Huflit,' described as an English senor, and his servant. I
wonder now----"

Cicely sprang upon him.

"Oh! cruel wretch," she said, "to have known this so long and not to
have told me!"

"Peace, Lady," he said, retreating before her; "I only learned it at
eleven of the clock last night, when you were fast asleep. Yesterday is
not this same day, and therefore 'tis the other day, is it not?"

"Surely you might have woke me. But, swift, where is he now?"

"How can I know? Not here, at least. But the writing said----"

"Well, what did the writing say?"

"I am trying to think--my memory fails me at times; perhaps you will
find the same thing when you have my years, should it please Heaven----"

"Oh! that it might please Heaven to make you speak! What said the
writing?"

"Ah! I have it now. It said, in a note appended amidst other news,
for--did I tell you this was a letter from his Grace's ambassador in
Spain? and, oh! his is the vilest scrawl to read. Nay, hurry me not--it
said that this 'Sir Huflit'--the ambassador has put a query against
his name--and his servant--yes, yes, I am sure it said his servant
too--well, that they both of them, being angry at the treatment they had
met with from the infidel Turks--no, I forgot to add there were three
of them, one a priest, who did otherwise. Well, as I said, being angry,
they stopped there to serve with the Spaniards against the Turks till
the end of that campaign. There, that is all."

"How little is your all!" exclaimed Cicely. "Yet, 'tis something. Oh!
why should a married man stop across the seas to be revenged on poor
ignorant Turks?"

"Why should he not?" interrupted Emlyn, "when he deems himself a
widower, as does your lord?"

"Yes, I forgot; he thinks me dead, who doubtless himself will be dead,
if he is not so already, seeing that those wicked, murderous Turks will
kill him," and she began to weep.

"I should have added," said Jacob hastily, "that in a second letter, of
later date, the ambassador declares that the Emperor's war against the
Turks is finished for this season, and that the Englishmen who were with
him fought with great honour and were all escaped unharmed,