Bid him march on this place with his force, take it by assault, and leave not one of the assassins of my lord living within its walls." "You will run no risk, I hope, for your share in this adventure," Malcolm said.
"It matters little to me," the old man replied.

"My life is worthless, and I would gladly die in the thought that I have brought retribution on the head of the murderers of my master.

But they will not suspect me.

I shall lock the door behind us, and place the key again in the girdle of the drunken guard, and then return to my own chamber." Quietly Malcolm and his conductor made their way through the castle and out into the courtyard.

Then they entered the stables.
"This is the horse," the steward said, again uncovering his lantern.