er Helper chide us for our lack of it?"

They forced a way down the dead-cumbered tower stair, crawling through
the darkness over the bodies of the fallen. They crossed the hall that
also was full of dead, and of wounded whose pitiful groans echoed from
the vaulted roof, and climbed another stair to their chamber in the
gateway tower. Here from a spark of fire that still smouldered on the
hearth, they lit the lamps of olive-oil and by the light of them washed
off the stains of battle, and refreshed themselves with food and wine.
These things done, Dick returned to the hall and presently brought
thence two suits of armour and some cloaks which he had taken either
from the walls or from off the slain. In these they disguised themselves
as best they could, as de Noyon had disguised himself at Crecy.

Then, having collected a store of arrows whereof many lay about, they
departed by the back entrance. The great front doorway was so choked
with corpses that they could not pass it, since here had raged the last
fearful struggle to escape. Going to the little stable-yard, where they
found their horses unharmed in the stalls, although frightened by the
tumult and stiff from lack of exercise, they fed and saddled them and
led them out. So presently they looked their last upon the Bride's Tower
that had sheltered them so well.

"It has served our turn," said Hugh, glancing back at it from the other
side of the deserted square, "but oh, I pray heaven that we may never
see that charnel-house again!"

As he spoke a figure appeared from the shadow of a doorway, and ran
toward them. Thinking it was that of some foe, Dick lifted his axe to
cut him down, whereon a voice cried in English:

"Hold! I am David!"

"David!" exclaimed Hugh. "Then thanks be to God, for know, we thought
you dead these many days."

"Ay, sir," answered the young man, "as I thought you. The rumour reached
the Jews, among whom I have been hiding while I recovered of my hurts,
that the Mad Monk and his fellows had stormed the tower and killed you
both. Therefore I crept out to learn for myself. Now I have found you
by your voices, who never again hoped to look upon you living," and he
began to sob in his relief and joy.

"Come on, lad," said Grey Dick kindly, "this is no place for greetings."

"Whither go you, sir?" asked David as he walked forward alongside of the
horses.

"To seek that house where we saw Sir Andrew Arnold and the lady Eve,"
answered Hugh