It came; some one had fired the tapestries and the blaze ran up them to the roof.

Then fearing lest they should be roasted, the Abbot's folk gave way and fled to the farther door, followed by their foes.

Here it was that most of them fell, for they jammed in the doorway and were cut down there are on the stair beyond.
While Bolle still plied his axe fiercely, some one caught his arm and screamed into his ear-- "Let be! Let be! The wretch is sped." In his red wrath he turned to strike the speaker, and saw by the flare that it was Cicely.
"What do you here ?" he cried.

"Get gone." "Fool," she answered in a low, fierce voice, "I seek my husband.

Show me the path ere it be too late, you know it alone.