“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 toward 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 toward 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.”

“Why did you not go in at once according to your intention?”

“Because my mother said that she thought some important work was on hand, and that maybe the baron would not like that women should know aught of it, for he was of suspicious and evil mind.  More than this I know not.  The castle had already been finished and most of the masons discharged.  There were, however, a party of serfs kept at work, and also some masons, and rumor had it that they were engaged in making the secret passages.  Whether it was so or not I cannot say, but I know that none of that party ever left the castle alive.  It was given out that a bad fever had raged there, but none believed it; and the report went about, and was I doubt not true, that all had been killed, to preserve the secret of the passage.”

Cuthbert lost no time in making use of the information that he had gained.

Early next morning, at daybreak, he started on his pony to Wortham.

As he did not wish the earl or his followers to know the facts that he had learned until they were proved, he made his way round the camp of the besiegers, and by means of his whistle called one of the foresters to him.