“I knew this but too well myself.  The baron was a fearful man to meet in his rage.  Where to fly I knew not, but stay I could not.  I had bare time to rush to my room, don a dress that would not excite inquiry if I had to lie hid in the forest a few days.  I did not think flight would be so difficult a matter, but I knew that every moment spent in Mortimer’s Keep was at peril of my life; and I had but just made my escape through a small postern door before I heard the alarm bell ring, the drawbridge go up, and knew that the edict had gone forth for my instant apprehension.”

He paused with a slight shudder, and seemed to be listening intently.

“There is naught to fear here,” said Bertram.  “Tell me more of thy flight.”

“It was terrible,” answered the man.  “I had not looked to be hunted like the wild beasts of the forest; and yet an hour had not gone by before I heard, by the baying of the fierce hounds that are kept at Mortimer, that a hunting party had sallied forth; and I knew that I was the quarry.  I doubled and ran like any hare.  I knew the tricks of the wild things that have skill in baffling the dogs, and at last I reached the shelter of these walls, and ran there for protection.  I had thrown off the dogs at the last piece of water; and in the marshy ground the scent did not lie, and could not be picked up.  For a brief moment I was safe; but I was exhausted almost to death.  I could go no further.  I lay down beneath the shadow of some arbour within the sheltering precincts of Chad, and wondered what would become of me.”

“Yes, yes! and then—?”

“Then I remembered a story told me by my grandsire, years and years gone by, of a secret chamber at Chad, which had sheltered many a fugitive in the hour of peril.  Lying out in the soft night air, I recalled bit by bit all that I had been told—­the very drawings the old man had made to amuse me in a childish sickness, how the door opened, and how access was had to the chamber.  I knew that the country round would be hunted for days, and that I could never escape the malice of the Lord of Mortimer if I pursued my way to the sea.  He would overtake and kill me before I could make shift to gain that place of refuge.  But I bethought me of the secret chamber and its story, and methought I might slip in unseen did I but watch my opportunity, find my way up the winding stair to this room, and so to the secret chamber beyond.”

“And thou didst?”

“Ay, I did, the very next morning.  I saw thee and thy brothers sally forth a-hunting.  I saw the men follow in thy train.  I had heard that the knight and his lady with their retinue were absent at Windsor.  It needed no great skill to slip in unseen and gain the longed-for hiding place.  I had some food in my wallet.  I fondly hoped it would prove enough; but the sounds of hunting day by day all around have told me too well that I must not venture forth; and as this room was slept in by night, I feared to sally forth after food, lest I should be found and betrayed.  I had heard of the merciful nature of the master of Chad; but in his absence I knew not what his servants might say or do.  Doubtless there is a reward offered for my apprehension; and if that be so, how could I help fearing that any hired servant would betray me to my lord?”