During the struggle, Sir Jocelyn had managed to possess himself of the other's sword, and he now pointed it at his breast.
"You have constituted yourself my jailer," he cried, "and by the soul of him who perished in this loathsome cell, by your instrumentality, I will send you instantly to account for your crimes on High, unless you promise to assign me a different chamber!" "I promise it," replied Sir Giles.

"You shall have the best in the Fleet.

Let me go forth, and you shall choose one for yourself." "I will not trust you, false villain," cried Sir Jocelyn.

"Give orders to the deputy-warden, and if he pledges his word they shall be obeyed, I will take it.

Otherwise you die." "Bid Master Tunstall come to me, Grimbald," gasped the extortioner.
"I am here, Sir Giles, I am here," replied the deputy-warden, cautiously entering the cell.