As for the anger of his proud neighbour, Sir Oliver had made light of that.  The Lord of Mortimer could not make any thing out of so small a matter, and at that time had other more weighty affairs on hand.  Warbel’s stories to his fellows of the harshness and tyrannical rule at Mortimer made his own servants more loyal and stanch than ever.  Chad was a peaceable and happy abode for all its inmates, and the need for secret hiding places had so far never arisen.

The boys in years gone by had almost regretted this fact.  They had pictured so vividly how they would hide their father or some friend of his in this secret chamber, should peril menace them from any quarter, that it had seemed sometimes almost a pity that so secure a hiding place should be of so little use, when it might have done such excellent service had the need arisen.

However, as years sped by and the lads began to know more of life, they ceased to regret that the secret chamber remained without an occupant.  From time to time they visited it, swept out the dust and cobwebs that had accumulated there, and bit by bit collected a few more odds and ends of furniture, so that the place now wore a look of greater comfort and habitation than it had done when they saw it first.

Once when Edred had been laid up by an accident to his foot, he had amused himself by making a number of feather pillows from the feathers of the birds his brothers shot and brought home to him.  These feathers were dressed in the proper way by the boys themselves, and then made up into large pillows or cushions, which were then taken up to the secret chamber (at that time the favourite hobby of the boys), in order to make restful and comfortable the hard pallet bed, in case any fugitive were forced to take shelter there.  In the same way had several rudely-made rugs, formed of the skins of wild bears taken in the woods, and tanned by the boys in a fashion of their own, found their way thither; and altogether the place had assumed an aspect of some comfort and even luxury, although it was now several years since any further additions had been made to its plenishings.

Edred looked round the strange apartment with a thoughtful air as he emerged into it from the long, dark, twisting passage he had threaded with the security of one to whom every winding and turn was known.  It was dim and dark there, but sufficient light filtered in through cracks and cleverly-contrived apertures to render it easy to move about; and when the eye grew used to the dimness, everything could be seen with pretty fair distinctness.

“It would not be a bad hiding place,” mused the boy, speaking half aloud.  “Methinks over there one could even read without much trouble.  Yes, without doubt one could; and that crack might be judiciously enlarged without any peril.  It does but give upon the leads behind the main chimney stack, and the tiles would cover any aperture I made.”

He took out his large hunting knife from his girdle as he spoke, and worked away awhile in silence.  Very soon he had considerably added to the amount of light in the strange room.  He eyed his handiwork with considerable satisfaction.