There was an angry cry from madame's room, the cry of a wounded man; the window was flung open; young Rupert stood there sword in hand.
He turned his back, and I saw his body go forward to the lunge.
"Ah, Johann, there's one for you! Come on, Michael!" Johann was there, then--come to the rescue of the duke! How would he open the door for me?
For I feared that Rupert had slain him.
"Help!" cried the duke's voice, faint and husky.
I heard a step on the stairs above me; and I heard a stir down to my left, in the direction of the King's cell.

But, before anything happened on my side of the moat, I saw five or six men round young Rupert in the embrasure of madame's window.

Three or four times he lunged with incomparable dash and dexterity.

For an instant they fell back, leaving a ring round him.

He leapt on the parapet of the window, laughing as he leapt, and waving his sword in his hand.