doubt my honour? Oh, well; so ye may well do, if ye think I
would have touched brother Martin."

He was so plausible that they were ashamed of their distrust, and
selected three of their foremost men, who forthwith entered.

The gates were shut behind them.

And then, oh, shame to say! They were seized from behind, their
arms bound behind their backs, and, in spite of their protests, led
out on the watch tower, where was a permanent gibbet, and, in sight
of all their comrades, hung over the battlements.

"That is how my honour bids me treat with outlaws," laughed Drogo.

A flight of arrows was the reply, which penetrated every crevice,
and made six troopers stretch their bodies on the ground.

"Keep under cover," shouted Drogo. "There will be a fine gathering
of arrows when all is done, and it will be long before these old
walls crave for mercy. Keep up your courage, men. The fools have no
means of besieging the place, and ere another sun has set, the
royal banner will appear for their dispersion and our deliverance."

For he had heard from a sure hand that the royal army had reached
Tunbridge, en route for Lewes, and would pass by Walderne,
tarrying, perchance, for the night. Hence his daring defiance of
the sons of the soil.

Chapter 23: Saved As By Fire.

And all this time the true heir of Walderne was leading the
degraded life of an unhappy and most miserable slave in the palace
of the "Old Man of the Mountain," in the far off hills of Lebanon.

The six months passed away, and still they spared our Hubert.
Others were taken away and met their most doleful fate, but the
more youthful and active slaves were spared awhile, not out of
pity, but because of their utility; and Hubert's fine constitution
enabled him still to live. But he could not have lived on had he
not still hoped. The tremendous inscription seen by the poet over
the sombre gate of hell was not yet burnt into his young heart:
All ye that enter here, leave hope behind.

Some lucky accident, perhaps an invasion of the crusaders, might
deliver him; but otherwise he would not despair while God gave him
life. Again, irreligious as some may think his former life, he had
great belief in the efficacy of the prayers of others. The thought
that his father and Martin were praying for him continually gave
him comfort.

"God will hear them, if not me," he thought.

Yet he did really learn to pray for himself more earnestly than he
would once ha