You ARE kind,' said Anthea feverishly.
'Go to sleep,' said the gaoler, pointing to a heap of straw in a corner; 'tomorrow comes soon enough.' 'Oh, dear Mr Gaoler,' said Anthea, 'whatever will they do to us tomorrow ?' 'They'll try to make you tell things,' said the gaoler grimly, 'and my advice is if you've nothing to tell, make up something.

Then perhaps they'll sell you to the Northern nations.

Regular savages THEY are.

Good night.' 'Good night,' said three trembling voices, which their owners strove in vain to render firm.

Then he went out, and the three were left alone in the damp, dim vault.
'I know the light won't last long,' said Cyril, looking at the flickering brazier.
'Is it any good, do you think, calling on the name when we haven't got the charm ?' suggested Anthea.
'I shouldn't think so.