The sun on the dial approaches noon, and unless you surrender yourself before it reaches the mark, I will keep my word, and the traitress, your mother, shall swing from that beam." Making a sign to two men-at-arms, these brought forward Dame Editha and so placed her on the battlements that she could be seen from below.

Dame Editha was still a very fair woman, although nigh forty years had rolled over her head.

No sign of fear appeared upon her face, and in a firm voice she cried to her son,-- "Cuthbert, I beg--nay, I order you to retire.

If this unknightly lord venture to carry out his foul threats against me, let him do so.
England will ring with the dastardly deed, and he will never dare show his face again where Englishmen congregate.

Let him do his worst.