Beneath this tower is a vault where no flame can touch us." But Cicely would not stir, for by the fierce and ever-growing light she could see what passed beneath, and, as it chanced, the wind blew the smoke away from them.

There, beyond the drawbridge, were gathered the Abbey guards, and there in the gateway stood Christopher and his three men with drawn swords, while in the courtyard the horses galloped madly, screaming in their fear.

A soldier looked up and saw the two women standing on the top of the tower, then called out something to the Abbot, who sat on horseback near to him.

He looked and saw also.
"Yield, Sir Christopher," he shouted; "the Lady Cicely burns.

Yield, that we may save her." Christopher turned and saw also.