At the far end of the lane lights appeared.
Men were coming down the lane at a run; whether they were the watch, or my lord's own rogues, we tarried not to see.

There was not time to loosen the rope from the piles, so I drew my knife to cut it.

My lord saw the movement, and sprang down the steps, at the same time shouting to the men behind to hasten.

Sparrow, grappling with him, locked him in a giant's embrace, lifted him bodily from the steps, and flung him into the boat.

His head struck against a thwart, and he lay, huddled beneath it, quiet enough.