cage, have they
not? What then, my friend? Keep your heart high! Is it not the chance
of war, to-day to them, to-morrow to thee, and death at last for us all?
And yet I had rather they were in any hands than those of Oliver the
Butcher."

"By Saint Paul, we cannot suffer it!" cried Nigel distractedly. "This
man has come with me from my own home. He has stood between me and death
before now. It goes to my very heart that he should call upon me in
vain. I pray you, Raoul, to use your wits, for mine are all curdled in
my head. Tell me what I should do and how I may bring him help."

The Frenchman shrugged his shoulders. "As easy to get a lamb unscathed
out of a wolves' lair as a prisoner safe from La Brohiniere. Nay, Nigel,
whither do you go? Have you indeed taken leave of your wits?"

The Squire had spurred his horse down the hillside and never halted
until he was within a bowshot of the gate. The French prisoner followed
hard behind him, with a buzz of reproaches and expostulations.

"You are mad, Nigel!" he cried. "What do you hope to do then? Would you
carry the castle with your own hands? Halt, man, halt, in the name of
the Virgin!"

But Nigel had no plan in his head and only obeyed the fevered impulse
to do something to ease his thoughts. He paced his horse up and down,
waving his spear, and shouting insults and challenges to the garrison.
Over the high wall a hundred jeering faces looked down upon him. So
rash and wild was his action that it seemed to those within to mean some
trap, so the drawbridge was still held high and none ventured forth to
seize him. A few long-range arrows pattered on the rocks, and then with
a deep booming sound a huge stone, hurled from a mangonel, sang over the
head of the two Squires and crushed into splinters amongst the boulders
behind them. The Frenchman seized Nigel's bridle and forced him farther
from the gateway.

"By the dear Virgin!" he cried, "I care not to have those pebbles about
my ears, yet I cannot go back alone, so it is very clear, my crazy
comrade, that you must come also. Now we are beyond their reach! But
see, my friend Nigel, who are those who crown the height?"

The sun had sunk behind the western ridge, but the glowing sky was
fringed at its lower edge by a score of ruddy twinkling points. A body
of horsemen showed hard and black upon the bare hill. Then they dipped
down the slope into the valley, whilst a band of footmen followed
behind.

"They are my pe