Stand clear, knaves, and pray to God that never again may Red Eve cross the threshold of her prison.

Pray also that never again may you look on Hugh de Cressi's sword or hear Grey Dick's arrows sing, or face the curse of old Sir Andrew." So proud and commanding was her mien and so terrible the import of her words, that these rough hinds shrank away from her and the woman hid her face in her hands.

But Sir John thundered threats and oaths at them, so that slowly and unwillingly they ringed Eve round.

Then with head held high she walked thence in the midst of them.
The prisoners' chamber beneath the leads of the lofty tower was cold and unfurnished save for a stool and a truckle-bed.

It had a great door of oak locked and barred on the outer side, with a grille in it through which the poor wretch within could be observed.