I will see my Lord d'Hymbercourt, and if the duke has not gone a-hunting, we will induce His Grace to order your removal to a place of safety." "But if the duke is gone, cannot you get the order when he returns ?" I asked.
"That will be too late, I fear," he answered, laughing, and with these comforting remarks he left me.
After two or three hours--the time seemed days--I heard a key enter the lock of my cell door.

If the hand inserting the key was that of an Italian, I might look for death.

To my great joy the man was my Burgundian captain.
"The duke had gone a-hunting," he said, "and I could not find my Lord d'Hymbercourt; but Her Highness, the princess, asked me to remove you, and I am willing to risk my neck for her sweet sake.

I am to place you in one of the tower rooms, out of the reach of our Italian cut-throats." "Will my young friend be with me ?" I asked eagerly.
"Yes," responded the captain.
Again I met Max with a man-at-arms in the passageway outside my cell door, and we all went up the steps together.

We were hurried through dark passages to a spiral stairway, which we climbed till my knees ached.