if
need be, the use of the brake to unlock the dotard's tongue."

"On what plea?"

"That Adam Warner is a wizard, in the pay of Lord Warwick, whom a more
mighty master like myself alone can duly examine and defeat."

"And if I bring thee the sorcerer, what wilt thou teach me in return?"

"What desirest thou most?"

Graul mused, and said, "There is war in the wind. Graul follows the
camp, her trooper gets gold and booty. But the trooper is stronger than
Graul; and when the trooper sleeps it is with his knife by his side,
and his sleep is light and broken, for he has wicked dreams. Give me a
potion to make sleep deep, that his eyes may not open when Graul filches
his gold, and his hand may be too heavy to draw the knife from its
sheath!"

"Immunda, detestabilis! thine own paramour!"

"He hath beat me with his bridle rein, he hath given a silver broad
piece to Grisell; Grisell hath sat on his knee; Graul never pardons!"

The friar, rogue as he was, shuddered. "I cannot help thee to murder, I
cannot give thee the potion; name some other reward."

"I go--"

"Nay, nay, think, pause."

"I know where Warner is hid. By this hour to-morrow night, I can place
him in thy power. Say the word, and pledge me the draught."

"Well, well, mulier abominabilis!--that is, irresistible bonnibell. I
cannot give thee the potion; but I will teach thee an art which can make
sleep heavier than the anodyne, and which wastes not like the essence,
but strengthens by usage,--an art thou shalt have at thy fingers'
ends, and which often draws from the sleeper the darkest secrets of his
heart." [We have before said that animal magnetism was known to Bungey,
and familiar to the necromancers, or rather theurgists, of the Middle
Ages.]

"It is magic," said Graul, with joy.

"Ay, magic."

"I will bring thee the wizard. But listen; he never stirs abroad, save
with his daughter. I must bring both."

"Nay, I want not the girl."

"But I dare not throttle her, for a great lord loves her, who would find
out the deed and avenge it; and if she be left behind, she will go
to the lord, and the lord will discover what thou hast done with the
wizard, and thou wilt hang!"

"Never say 'Hang' to me, Graul: it is ill-mannered and ominous. Who is
the lord?"

"Hastings."

"Pest!--and already he hath been searching for the thing yonder; and I
have brooded over it night and day, like a hen over a chalk egg,--only
that the egg does not snap off the