Our captors at once led us away.

A man on either side of me held my arms, and by way of warning I received now and then a merciless prod between my shoulder-blades from a halberd in the hands of an enthusiastic soul that walked behind me.

Max, I supposed, was receiving like treatment.
After a hundred paces or more we waded the river, and then I knew nothing of our whereabouts.

Within a half-hour we crossed a bridge which I supposed was the one over the moat at the Postern.

There we halted, and the password was given in a whisper.