d the former asked eagerly, "And
the maid?"

"Is safe with her father and ours. Wendot risked his life to save her
from Maelgon's men. Nay, linger not to hear the tale, if you would fly
from the anger of those who know that you sought to betray her. It will
be no easy thing to make peace with our father. You know his thoughts
upon the sacredness of hospitality."

But even as he spoke Griffeth saw the change that came over his
brothers' faces as they looked past him to something behind; then as he
himself turned quickly to see what it was, he beheld their father and
two of the servants approaching; and Res Vychan pointed sternly to the
two dark-leaded boys, now involuntarily quailing beneath the fiery
indignation in his eyes, and said:

"Bind them hand and foot and carry them to the castle. They shall be
dealt with there as their offence shall warrant."

Then turning on his heel, he rejoined the company; whilst Llewelyn and
Howel were brought captive to the paternal halls of Dynevor.

Wendot knew very little of the occurrences of the next few days. He was
carried to the chamber that he shared with Griffeth, and there he lay
for several days and nights in a dreamy, semi-conscious state, tended by
his mother with all the skill and tenderness she possessed, and, save
when the pain of his wounds made him restless and feverish, sleeping
much, and troubling his head little about what went on within or without
the castle. He was dimly aware that little Gertrude came in and out of
his room sometimes, holding to his mother's hands, and that her gentle
prattle and little caressing gestures were very soothing and pleasant.
But he did not trouble his head to wonder how it was he was lying there,
nor what event had crippled him so; and only in the fevered visions of
the night did he see himself once again standing upon the narrow ledge
of the Eagle's Crag, with a host of foes bearing down upon him to
overpower and slay both him and his charge.

But after a few days of feverish lassitude and drowsiness the lad's
magnificent constitution triumphed -- the fever left him; and though he
now lay weak and white upon his narrow bed, his mind was perfectly
clear, and he was eager and anxious to know what had happened whilst he
had been shut out from the life of the castle.

His mother was naturally the one to whom he turned for information. He
saw that she was unwontedly pale and grave and thoughtful. As she sat
beside his bed with so