She knew that any entreaty to Sir Rudolph would be vain, and with the courage of her race she mentally vowed to devote the rest of her life to vengeance for her son.
As the gate opened and she was thrust forth, for a moment she found herself in the arms of her son.
"Courage, mother!" he whispered; "all may yet be well." Cnut was waiting a few paces behind, and offering his hand to Dame Editha, he led her to the group of archers, while Cuthbert, alone, crossed the drawbridge, and entered the portal, the heavy portcullis falling after him.
Cnut immediately ordering four of his men to escort Dame Editha to the wood with all speed, advanced with his men towards the walls.

All had strung their bows and placed their arrows on the ground in front of them in readiness for instant use.

Cnut himself, with two others carrying the rope, advanced to the edge of the moat.

None observed their doings, for all within the castle were intent upon the proceedings there.
In the courtyard Sir Rudolph had taken his post, with the captain of the mercenaries beside him, and the men-at-arms drawn up in order.

He smiled sardonically as Cuthbert entered.
"So, at last," he said, "this farce is drawing to an end.