Without raising his eyes, and keeping his back to Kenneth, who stood between him and the door, he went next to the table, and, taking up the sword that he had left there, he restored it to the sheath.

As the hilt clicked against the mouth of the scabbard: "Come, Sir Crispin!" cried the lad.

"Are you ready ?" Galliard wheeled sharply round.
"How?
Not gone yet ?" said he sardonically.
"I dare not," the lad confessed.

"I dare not go alone." Galliard laughed softly; then suddenly waxed grave.
"Ere we go, Master Kenneth, I would again remind you of your assurance that were we to regain our liberty you would aid me in the task of vengeance that lies before me." "Once already have I answered you that it is so." "And pray, are you still of the same mind ?" "I am, I am! Anything, Sir Crispin; anything so that you come away!" "Not so fast, Kenneth.

The promise that I shall ask of you is not to be so lightly given.