For we _shall_ meet again, and that ere long; and then when you tender your thanks for what I have now done, I will tell you how to requite the obligation." "I swear to requite it if I can--and as you desire," Jocelyn cried, struck by the other's manner.
"Enough!" the masked personage rejoined.

"I am satisfied.

Proceed on your way, and may good fortune attend you! Your destiny is in your own hands.

Obey Count Gondomar's behests, and he will aid you effectually." And without a word more, the man in the mask struck spurs into his horse's sides, and dashed down the hill, at a headlong pace, in the direction of London.
Jocelyn looked after him, and had not recovered from his surprise at the singular interview that had taken place when he disappeared.
By this time, Dick Taverner having regained his feet, limped towards him, leading his horse.
"It must be the Fiend in person," quoth the apprentice, contriving to regain the saddle.

"I trust you have made no compact with him, Sir." "Not a sinful one I hope," Jocelyn replied, glancing at the ring.
And they proceeded on their way towards Tottenham, and were presently saluted by the merry ringing of bells, proclaiming some village festival.
FOOTNOTES: [1] Lest we should be charged with an anachronism, we may mention that the Bell at Edmonton, immortalized in the story of John Gilpin, was in good repute in the days we treat of, as will appear from the following extract from John Savile's Tractate entitled, _King James, his Entertainment at Theobald's, with his Welcome to London_.