“I recollect it perfectly,” cried Tunstall, “a just judgment.  The wretch abhorred the food, and would have starved himself rather than take it; but we forced the greasy morsels down his throat.  Ha! ha!  You are merry, Sir Giles, very merry; I have not seen you so gleesome this many a day—­scarcely since the time when Clement Lanyere underwent his sentence.”

“Ah! the accursed traitor!” exclaimed Sir Giles, with an explosion of rage.  “Would he had to go through it again!  If I catch him, he shall—­and I am sure to lay hands upon him soon.  But to our present prisoner.  You will treat him in all respects as his father was treated, Master Joachim—­but no one must come nigh him.”

“No one shall approach him save with an order from the Council, Sir Giles,” replied the other.

“Not even then,” said the extortioner decisively.  “My orders alone must be attended to!”

“Hum!” ejaculated the deputy-warden, somewhat perplexed.  “Well, I will follow out your instructions as strictly as I can, Sir Giles.  I suppose you have nothing more to say to the prisoner, and Grimbald may as well lock him up.”

And, receiving a nod of assent from the other, he called to the jailer to finish his task.

But Sir Jocelyn resolutely refused to enter the cell, and demanded a room in one of the upper wards.

“You shall have no other chamber than this,” said Sir Giles, in a peremptory tone.

“I did not address myself to you, Sir, but to the deputy-warden,” rejoined Sir Jocelyn.  “Master Joachim Tunstall, you well know I am not sentenced by the Star-Chamber, or any other court, to confinement within this cell.  I will not enter it; and I order you, at your peril, to provide me with a better chamber.  This is wholly unfit for occupation.”

“Do not argue the point, Grimbald, but force him into the cell,” roared the extortioner.

“Fair and softly, Sir Giles, fair and softly,” replied the jailer.  “Now, prisoner, you hear what is said—­are you prepared to obey?”

And he was about to lay hands rudely upon Sir Jocelyn, when the latter, pushing him aside, ran nimbly up the steps, and seizing Sir Giles by the throat, dragged him downward.

Notwithstanding the resistance of the extortioner, whose efforts at liberation were seconded by Grimbald, our young knight succeeded in forcing his enemy into the dungeon, and hurled him to the further end of it.  During the struggle, Sir Jocelyn had managed to possess himself of the other’s sword, and he now pointed it at his breast.

“You have constituted yourself my jailer,” he cried, “and by the soul of him who perished in this loathsome cell, by your instrumentality, I will send you instantly to account for your crimes on High, unless you promise to assign me a different chamber!”

“I promise it,” replied Sir Giles.  “You shall have the best in the Fleet.  Let me go forth, and you shall choose one for yourself.”