By what authority was Richard riding from Raglan with muffled hoofs between midnight and morning?
His speech to the marquis was plainly a pretence, and doubtless that to Eccles was equally false.
To allow him to pass unchallenged would be treason against both her host and her king.
'Eccles! Eccles!' she cried, her voice ringing clear through the court, 'let not that man pass.' 'He gave the word, mistress,' said Eccles, in dull response.
'Stop him, I say,' cried Dorothy again, with energy almost frantic, as she heard the gate swing to heavily.

'Thou shalt be held to account.' 'He gave the word.' 'He's a true man, mistress,' returned Eccles, in tone of self-justification.

'Heard you not my lord marquis give him his last orders from his window ?' 'There was no marquis at the window.

Stop him, I say.' 'He's gone,' said Eccles quietly, but with waking uneasiness.
'Run after him,' Dorothy almost screamed.
'Stop him at the gate.

It is young Heywood of Redware, one of the busiest of the roundheads.' Eccles was already running and shouting and whistling.