Politely as the invitation was tendered, there was an undertone of authority in the man's voice which convinced Paul that any attempt at resistance would be met by an appeal to force.

And he had no disposition to resist.

The longer the fiction was kept up, the longer there would be for the prince to seek safe asylum at the Priory.

When once those sanctuary doors had closed behind Edward, Paul thought it mattered little what became of himself.
"I will go with you," he answered with simple dignity; "I presume that I have indeed no choice." A draught from a flask tendered him by one of the men did much to revive Paul, and the relief at finding himself well mounted, instead of plodding wearily along on foot, was very great.

He was glad enough to be mounted behind one of the stout troopers, for he was excessively drowsy, despite the peril of his situation.