This would be a work of fully two days; and in the meantime Cuthbert returned to the farm.

CHAPTER III.

The capture of Wortham hold.

Upon his return home, after relating to his mother the events of the morning’s conflict, Cuthbert took his way to the cottage inhabited by an old man who had in his youth been a mason.

“Have I not heard, Gurth,” he said, “that you helped to build the Castle of Wortham?”

“No, no, young sir,” he said; “old as I am, I was a child when the castle was built.  My father worked at it, and it cost him, and many others, his life.”

“And how was that, prithee?” asked Cuthbert.

“He was, with several others, killed by the baron, the grandfather of the present man, when the work was finished.”

“But why was that, Gurth?”

“We were but Saxon swine,” said Gurth bitterly, “and a few of us more or less mattered not.  We were then serfs of the baron.  But my mother fled with me on the news of my father’s death.  For years we remained far away, with some friends in a forest near Oxford.  Then she pined for her native air, and came back and entered the service of the franklin.”

“But why should your mother have taken you away?” Cuthbert asked.

“She always believed, Master Cuthbert, that my father was killed by the baron, to prevent him giving any news of the secrets of the castle.  He and some others had been kept in the walls for many months, and were engaged in the making of secret passages.”

“That is just what I came to ask you, Gurth.  I have heard something of this story before, and now that we are attacking Wortham Castle, and the earl has sworn to level it to the ground, it is of importance if possible to find out whether any of the secret passages lead beyond the castle, and if so, where.  Almost all the castles have, I have been told, an exit by which the garrison can at will make sorties or escape; and I thought that maybe you might have heard enough to give us some clue as to the existence of such a passage at Wortham.”

The old man thought for some time in silence, and then said,—­

“I may be mistaken, but methinks a diligent search in the copse near the stream might find the mouth of the outlet.”

“What makes you think that this is so, Gurth?”

“I had been with my mother to carry some clothes to my father on the last occasion on which I saw him.  As we neared the castle I saw my father and three other of the workmen, together with the baron, coming down from the castle towards the spot.  As my mother did not wish to approach while the baron was at hand, we stood within the trees at the edge of the wood, and watched what was being done.  The baron came with them down to the bushes, and then they again came out, crossed the river, and one of them cut some willows, peeled them, and erected the white staves in a line towards the castle.  They walked for a bit on each side, and seemed to be making calculations.  Then they went back into the castle, and I never saw my father again.”