Thus rebuked, Philip seated himself, with the maiden by his side, on the trunk of a fallen tree, and narrated the circumstances of his trial and condemnation, and the occurrences at the prison.  Some tears pretty Prudence let fall over parts of his story, while at others her hazel eyes flashed with indignation, and upon its conclusion she disclosed in turn the conduct of Spikeman to herself.

“I tell thee all Philip,” said Prudence, “because thou dost seem to doubt about the wickedness of this bad man, who is trying to ruin us both.”  She stopped, and hid her face in her hands.

Great was the rage of the soldier at what he had heard.

“By the head of king Charles,” he swore, “I will drive my dagger into his black heart.”

He rose in anger, as if about immediately to put his threat into execution, but the girl threw her arms around him and drew him down.

“That would be certain death to thee, Philip,” she said.  “We must find other means to punish him.  Besides, I must keep thee safe to serve my young mistress.”

“Thou art right, Prudence, and I am hot and hasty; but does not the villain deserve the warmest place in Beelzebub’s dominions who would harm thee?  Prudence, thou shalt not remain in his house.”

“That will I,” replied the girl.  “Why, who is to wait on my mistress, and take care of her but me?  If mistress Eveline were to hear thy speech, she would not be over obliged to thee, Master Philip, for wishing me to desert her.”

“You misunderstand me, and that is not my desire.  But art not afraid of the old villain?”

“Me afraid!” exclaimed Prudence, contemptuously, curling her lips; “I am not half as much afraid of him as I am of thee.”  And as she uttered the words, she drew herself a little back from him on the log where they sat.

“But tell me, my brave robin red-breast,” said Philip, casting a look at the gay cloak which she had thrown around her person, and not seeming to pay much regard to the latter part of her answer, “how am I to serve mistress Eveline?”

“O, I know not, yet I dare say we shall be able to turn thee to some good purpose; men are sometimes so useful!”

“I will recollect thy speech,” said the soldier, laughing, “and promise to teach thee, on a future occasion, how maidens also may be useful.  But hast never a message from mistress Eveline to Master Arundel, should I chance to see him, for he is often at the place of the Knight of the Golden Melice, and it is my purpose to go thither to-day?”

“Young ladies affect not to send messages to thy over bold sex,” said Prudence, tossing her head, “but an’ thou dost see the gentleman, thou mayest tell him, as from me, that she is well, and desires his prosperity.”

“A cold message, truly, and it is well the weather is warm, else would poor Master Arundel be in danger of being frozen into an icicle.”

“A hundred such messages would not, I fear, cool thy hot blood; but Master Miles is gentle born, and less presumptuous than thou; thou mayest therefore say, rather than hurt his feelings, that my mistress would have no objection to seeing him.”