You die, and to-morrow at noon your head shall be struck off in the great square before my castle." Without another word Cuthbert was hurried off to his cell, and there remained, thinking moodily over the events of the day, until nightfall.
He had no doubt that his sentence would be carried out, and his anxiety was rather for his followers than for himself.

He feared that they would make some effort on his behalf, and would sacrifice their own lives in doing so, without the possibility of assisting him.
The next morning he was led out to the square before the castle.

It was a large flagged courtyard.

Upon one side was the entrance to the castle, one of whose wings also formed a second side to the square.

The side facing this was formed by the wall of the city, and the fourth opened upon a street of the town.