Then he spoke, in a low, husky voice: "They're coming, master! You and your mistress must to earth unless you mean to face them in the open," and the pale eyes glittered as he tapped his great black bow.
"Who are coming, Dick?
Be plain, man!" "Sir John Clavering, my lady's father; young John, my lady's brother; the fine French lord who wears a white swan for a crest; three of the nights, his companions; and six--no seven--men-at-arms.

Also from the other side of the grieve, Thomas of Kessland, and with him his marsh men and verderers." "And what are they coming for ?" he asked again.

"Have they hounds, and hawk on wrist ?" "Nay, but they have swords and knife on thigh," and he let his pale eyes fall on Eve.
"Oh, have done!" she broke in.

"They come to take me, and I'll not be taken! They come to kill you, and I'll not see you slain and live.

I had words with my father this morning about the Frenchman and, I fear, let out the truth.