In a moment she had, with her sister's aid, so transformed herself that none would have guessed her other than the servant of Arthur, carrying a load for his master.

She was tall and slight and active, and trod with firm steps as he walked on before her in the gathering dusk.

She suffered him not to bear the load even a portion of the way, but played her part of servant to perfection, and so came with a beating heart beneath the frowning gateway of the prison, where it seemed to her that some evil and terrible presence overshadowed all who entered.
Arthur was known to the sentries and servants by this time.

He visited several of the prisoners, and his gratuities made his visits welcome.

He was conducted almost without remark towards Dalaber's cell, and no one made any comment when he said to Freda, in the commanding tone of a master: "Bring the basket along, sirrah! Follow me, and wait for me till I call.