It was the design of the bandits to make their way to the almost impregnable fastnesses in the hills of Dawsbergen, the wild principality to the south.

There they could hold her against all hope of rescue, until an immense sum of money was paid over in ransom by her dispairing friends.
When night came they were high in the mountains back of the Monastery, many hours ahead of any pursuit.

They became stupidly careless, and the two grooms made a dash for freedom.

One of them was killed, but the other escaped.

She was afterward to recall that no effort was made to recapture him; they deliberately allowed him to escape, their cunning purpose becoming only too apparent later on.
Instead of hurrying on to Dawsbergen, they dropped swiftly down into the valley above the city.