So it came about that fifteen minutes or more went by before at length Hugh and his godsire stood face to face.
"How is Eve and where?
Why is she not with you, Father ?" he burst out.
"One question at a time, son, for whose safe return I thank God.

I know not how she is, and she is not with me because she is not here.

She has returned to her father at Blythburgh." "Why ?" gasped Hugh.

"You swore to keep her safe." "Peace, and you shall learn," and as shortly as he could he told him.
"Is that all ?" asked Hugh doubtfully, for he saw trouble in Sir Andrew's face.
"Not quite, son.

Only to-day I have learned that Acour and his folk never went to London, and are back again at Blythburgh Manor." "So much the better, Father, for now I have the King's warrant addressed to the Mayor and all his Grace's subject in Dunwich, to take these Frenchmen, living or dead." "Ah! But I have learned also that her father holds Eve a prisoner, suffering her to speak with none, and--one lamb among those wolves--Oh! God! why didst Thou suffer my wisdom to fail me?
Doubtless for some good purpose--where is my faith?
Yet we must act.