In what temper do our men receive the tidings of this foul treason ?" "Our own brave fellows call aloud for vengeance on the traitor; nay, had I not rescued him from their hands, they would have torn him limb from limb in their rage.

But there are others, Seaton--alas! the more numerous body now--and they speak not, but with moody brows and gloomy mutterings prowl up and down the courts." "Aye, the coward hearts," answered Seaton, "their good wishes went with him, and but low-breathed curses follow our efforts for their freedom.
Yes, it must be, if it be but as a warning unto others.

See to it, Nigel; an hour before the set of sun he dies." A brief pause followed his words, whose low sternness of tone betrayed far more than the syllables themselves.

Both warriors remained a while plunged in moody thought, which Seaton was the first to break.
"And how went the last attack and defence ?" he asked; "they told me, bravely." "Aye, so bravely, that could we but reinforce our fighting men, aided as we are by impenetrable walls, we might dream still of conquest; they have gained little as yet, despite their nearer approach.

Hand to hand we have indeed struggled on the walls, and hurled back our foremost foes in their own intrenchments.