wounded men to be seen by our doctor.
Meanwhile, you had better come with me."

He passed his arm through Roy's, and turned his back on Pawson, marching
the lad towards the private apartments of the castle; while the traitor
stood gazing after them, stung as deeply as his victim now in turn.

CHAPTER THIRTY.

"AND ALL THROUGH MY NEGLECT."

Seeing how completely prostrated his companion seemed to be, the officer
turned to him as they reached the entrance to the private apartments and
said, quietly--

"Perhaps you will show me a room where I and my officers can have some
refreshment. We are starving. You can tell your servants that they
have nothing to fear. I will see that they are not insulted; and then
perhaps you would prefer to be alone."

"Thank you," faltered Roy, speaking in a strange, dazed way, as if he
were in a dream.

"Come, be a man, sir," said the officer, rather sternly. "It is the
fortune of war. A young soldier must not lose heart because he finds he
is a prisoner. There, meet me at breakfast-time, and you and I will
have a chat together. But listen first before you go: do not attempt
any foolish, reckless pranks in the way of trying to escape. I tell you
honestly, the castle will be so guarded and watched that it would be
madness.--By the way, where are Lady Royland's apartments?"

Roy pointed to a door.

"Tell her when you see her that there is nothing to fear. But Master
Pawson told me that he would place guards over her."

Roy drew a deep breath but said nothing, merely contented himself with
pointing out the dining-room and library to his conqueror. Then he
stopped at his own door.

"Your room? Very well; take my advice, and have a few hours' sleep,"
said the officer, opening the door, entering, and looking round by the
light of the dim lamp. "Where does that big window open upon?"

"The garden,--the court-yard."

"And that narrow slit?"

"Upon the moat."

"Hah! Good-night to you."

He strode out, and Roy stood where he had been left, with his head
throbbing as if it would burst from the terrible thoughts that invaded
it.

Directly after he heard the tramp of heavy feet, a few words delivered
in an imperious tone, and there was the heavy _rap, rap_ of a couple of
musket butts upon the oaken floor, telling him that guards had been
placed at his door. His despair now knew no bounds, for he had
determined to go straight to his mother's chamber, and ask her if M