He had almost paused to curse the lad when, thinking him of how time pressed, he went on.
Within three steps of the bottom were they, and they could almost distinguish what was being said in the room, when Crispin stopped, and turning his head to attract Kenneth's attention, he pointed straight across the hall to a dimly visible door.

It was that of the chamber wherein he had been brought before Cromwell.

Its position had occurred to him some moments before, and he had determined then upon going that way.
The lad followed the indication of his finger, and signified by a nod that he understood.

Another step Galliard descended; then from the guardroom came a loud yawn, to send the boy cowering against the wall.
It was followed by the sound of someone rising; a chair grated upon the floor, and there was a movement of feet within the chamber.

Had Kenneth been alone, of a certainty terror would have frozen him to the wall.
But the calm, unmovable Crispin proceeded as if naught had chanced; he argued that even if he who had risen were coming towards the door, there was nothing to be gained by standing still.