It is Margaret whom I blame, for I only gave her leave to walk with you and Betty by the river, and bade her beware of crowds." "Yes, father, the fault is mine, and for it I pray your pardon," said Margaret, so meekly that her father could not find the heart to scold her as he had meant to do.
"You should ask Peter's pardon," he muttered, "seeing that he is like to be laid by the heels in a dungeon over this business, yes, and put upon his trial for causing the man's death.

Remember, he was in the service of de Ayala, with whom our liege wishes to stand well, and de Ayala, it seems, is very angry." Now Margaret grew frightened, for the thought that harm might come to Peter cut her heart.

The colour left her cheek, and once again her eyes swam with tears.
"Oh! say not so," she exclaimed.

"Peter, will you not fly at once ?" "By no means," he answered decidedly.

"Did I not say it to the king, and is not this foreign lord bond for me ?" "What can be done ?" she went on; then, as a thought struck her, turned to d'Aguilar, and, clasping her slender hands, looked pleadingly into his face and asked: "Senor, you who are so powerful, and the friend of great people, will you not help us ?" "Am I not here to do so, Senora?
Although I think that a man who can call half London to his back, as I saw your cousin do, needs little help from me.