That is all the tale." "How, then, did you come out, Jeffrey ?" "Thus, my Lady.

Something over an hour ago a monk and three guards unlocked the dungeon door.

While we blinked at his lantern, like owls in the sunlight, the monk said that the Abbot purposed to send me to the camp of the King's party to offer Christopher Harflete's life against the lives of all of them.

He told him, Harflete, also, that he had brought ink and paper and that if he wished to save himself he would do well to write a letter praying that this offer might be accepted, since otherwise he would certainly die at dawn." "And what said my husband ?" asked Cicely, leaning forward.
"What said he?
Why, he laughed in their faces and told them that first he would cut off his hand.

On this they haled me out of the dungeon roughly enough, for I would have stayed there with him to the end.