She thought her lover was about to be sacrificed to Sir Giles's resentment on the spot; and, falling on her knees, she piteously besought him to spare his life.
"For shame, Gillian," cried Dick; "do not demean yourself thus.

The caitiff knight dares not harm me for his life; and if he should maltreat me, I shall be well avenged by my patron, Sir Jocelyn Mounchensey.

I would my voice might reach him--I should not long be kept here.

To the rescue! Sir Jocelyn! to the rescue!" And he shouted forth the young knight's name at the top of his voice.
"Who calls me ?" demanded Mounchensey, pressing through the throng in the direction of the outcries.
"I, your humble follower, Dick Taverner," roared the apprentice; "I am in the clutches of the devil, and I pray you release me." "Ha! what is this ?" cried Sir Jocelyn.

"Set him free, at once, Sir Giles, I command you." "What, if I refuse ?" rejoined the other.
"Then I will instantly enforce compliance," thundered Mounchensey.
"If I release him it is because I must defend myself and punish your insolence," cried Sir Giles.