See that you keep good watch." Kenneth bent his head without replying.

But Master Gregory required little watching.

He lay a helpless, half-swooning heap upon the floor, which he had smeared with the blood oozing from his wounded shoulder.
Even were he untrussed, there was little to be feared from him.
During the brief while they were alone together, Kenneth did not so much as attempt to speak to him.

He sat himself down upon the nearest chair, and with his chin in his hands and his elbows on his knees he pondered over the miserable predicament into which Sir Crispin had got him, and more bitter than ever it had been was his enmity at that moment towards the knight.

That Galliard should be upon the eve of finding his son, and a sequel to the story he had heard from him that night in Worcester, was to Kenneth a thing of no interest or moment.