It needed more than a careless aim to shoot so well into that narrow slit.

Across the window I could see the black line of the earthworks against the light some fifty paces from the wall of the palace, with no building between them on this side at all; and on the rampart struggled two figures, wrestling fiercely in silence.

One was a man whose armour sparkled and gleamed under the moon, and the other seemed to be unarmed, unless, indeed, that was a broad knife he had in his hand.

Then Owen pulled me aside.
"The sentry has him," he said, after a hurried glance.

"Let us out into the light, for there may be more on hand yet." Now I hurried on my arms, but another look showed me nothing but the bare top of the rampart.