"It was my vow and must be done." The pirate leader had stood by the bulwarks, a cord round his arms, and two stout archers on either side.

At Sir Nigel's words he started violently, and his swarthy features blanched to a livid gray.
"How, Sir Knight ?" he cried in broken English.

"Que dites vous?
To hang, le mort du chien! To hang!" "It is my vow," said Sir Nigel shortly.

"From what I hear, you thought little enough of hanging others." "Peasants, base roturiers," cried the other.

"It is their fitting death.
Mais Le Seigneur d'Andelys, avec le sang des rois dans ses veins! C'est incroyable!" Sir Nigel turned upon his heel, while two seamen cast a noose over the pirate's neck.