"Still, man must forth to battle and woman must wait and watch, for that is the world's way.

Whate'er befalls, remember that dead or living I'll be wife to no man but you.
Begone now ere my heart fails me, and guard yourself well, remembering that you bear in your breast not one life, but two." Then Hugh swung himself to the saddle of which Grey Dick had already tested the girths and stirrup leathers.

In another minute the six of them were clattering over the stones of Middlegate Street, while the burgesses of Dunwich peeped from their window places, wondering what knight with armed men rode through their town thus early.
Just as the grey dawn broke they passed the gate, which, there being peace in the land, was already open.

Fifteen minutes later they were on the lonely Westleton Heath, where for a while naught was to be heard save the scream of the curlew and the rush of the wings of the wild-duck passing landward from the sea.

Presently, however, another sound reached their ears, that of horses galloping behind them.