But, as I say, it boots nothing--although I have a son, who being more of the king's part than I am--.' 'Hast thou not then art enough, mother, to set me within Raglan walls for an hour or two after midnight?
I ask no more,' said Richard, who, although he was but leading the way to quite another proposal, nor desired aid of art black or white, yet could not help a little tremor at making the bare suggestion of the unhallowed idea.
'An' I had, I dared not use it,' answered the old woman; 'for is not my lord Herbert there?
Were it not for him--well--.

But I dare not, as I say, for his art is stronger than mine, and from his knowledge I could hide nothing.

And I dare not for thy sake either, my young master.

Once inside those walls of stone, those gates of oak, and those portcullises of iron, and thou comes not out alive again, I warrant thee.' 'I should like to try once, though,' said Richard.

'Couldst thou not disguise me, mother Rees, and send me with a message to thy son ?' 'I tell thee, young master, I dare not,' answered the old woman, with utmost solemnity.