While they looked, a troop of horsemen came galloping up, and came to a halt when they saw the count.
No words can depict the look of amazement Sir Norman's face wore; but Hubert betrayed not the least surprise.

The count glanced at his companions with a significant smile, and riding back, held a brief colloquy with him who seemed the leader of the horsemen.

He rode up to them, smiling still, and saying, as he passed, "Now then, Kingsley; lead on, and we will follow!" "I go not one step further," said Sir Norman, firmly, "until I know who I am leading.

Who are you, Count L'Estrange ?" The count looked at him, but did not answer.

A warning hand--that of Hubert--grasped Sir Norman's arm; and Hubert's voice whispered hurriedly in his ear: "Hush, for God's sake! It is the king!".