I doubt not he would be glad enow to number a Warbel again amongst his trusty servants." The man's face lighted up wonderfully.
"If he would do that," he cried eagerly, "I should have no wish for anything better.

But my master, the baron--" "My father fears not the baron!" answered the boy proudly; "and, besides, his young kinsman is not dead.

We heard something of his side of the tale, and the youth is not even like to die now.

My father could protect thee from his wrath.

Stay here, and thou wilt have naught to fear." The fugitive took the lad's hand and pressed it to his lips.
"I will serve thee for ever and ever for this boon," he answered; and Bertram went back to his room, to lie awake and muse over what had befallen till the dawn broke and his brothers awoke to the new day.
To keep any secret from his two brothers was a thing impossible to Bertram, and before they had finished dressing that morning, Edred and Julian were both made aware of the strange adventure of the night previous.