"Make ready and eat, both of you.

I go to see that the horses are saddled." An hour later everything was prepared.

Three horses stood before the door, and with them an escort of four mounted men, who were all having arms and beasts to ride that Christopher could gather at such short notice, though others of his tenants and servants had already assembled at the Towers in answer to his summons, to the number of twelve, indeed.
Without the snow was falling fast, and although she tried to look brave and happy, Cicely shivered a little as she saw it through the open door.
"We go on a strange honeymoon, my sweet," said Christopher uneasily.
"What matter, so long as we go together ?" she answered in a gay voice that yet seemed to ring untrue, "although," she added, with a little choke of the throat, "I would that we could have stayed here until I had found and buried my father.

It haunts me to think of him lying somewhere in the snows like a perished ox." "It is his murderers that I wish to bury," exclaimed Christopher; "and, by God's name, I swear I'll do it ere all is done.

Think not, dear, that I forget your griefs because I do not speak much of them, but bridals and buryings are strange company.