Two nights afterward, when the moon was at the full, I woke from sleep suddenly with the surety that I heard my name called softly.  I was wide awake in a moment, and found the room bright with moonlight that did indeed lie in a broad square right across my chest on the furs that covered me.  I glanced across to Owen, but he was asleep, as there was full light enough to see, and then I wondered why I seemed to have heard that call.  In a few moments I knew that, and also that the voice I heard was the one that had come to me in sore danger before.

Idly and almost sleeping again I watched the light, to see if indeed it was going to cross my face, and then a sudden shadow flitted across it, and with a hiss and flick of feathers a long arrow fled through the window and stuck in the plaster of the wall not an inch above my chest, furrowing the fur of the white bearskin over me, so close was it.

In a moment I was on the floor, with a call to Owen, and it was well that I had the sense to swing myself clear from the light and leap from the head of the bed, for even as my feet touched the floor a second arrow came and struck fairly in the very place where I had been, and stood quivering in the bedding.

Then was a yell from outside, and before Owen could stay me I looked through the window, recklessly enough maybe, but with a feeling that no more arrows would come now that the archer was disturbed.  It needed more than a careless aim to shoot so well into that narrow slit.  Across the window I could see the black line of the earthworks against the light some fifty paces from the wall of the palace, with no building between them on this side at all; and on the rampart struggled two figures, wrestling fiercely in silence.  One was a man whose armour sparkled and gleamed under the moon, and the other seemed to be unarmed, unless, indeed, that was a broad knife he had in his hand.  Then Owen pulled me aside.

“The sentry has him,” he said, after a hurried glance.  “Let us out into the light, for there may be more on hand yet.”

Now I hurried on my arms, but another look showed me nothing but the bare top of the rampart.  No sign of the men remained.  I could hear voices and the sounds of men running in the quiet, and I thought these came from the guard, who were hurrying up from the gate.

“The men have rolled into the ditch,” I said.  “I can see nothing now.”

Then we ran out, bidding the captain of the guard to stand to arms as we passed through the great door of the palace, and so we went round to the place whence the arrows had come.  A score of men from the gate were already clustered there on the earthworks, talking fast as Welshmen will, but heedful to challenge us as we came.  I saw that they had somewhat on the ground in the midst of them.

“Here is a strange affair, my Prince,” one of them said, as he held out his hand to help Owen up the earthworks.