she will find the grave; it will not escape her eyes.  First she will think the lost treasure lies there, for I am convinced that Robin never told her the full secret.  Then when she looks farther, she will find what that grave really contains; and thou hadst best be far away ere that day comes.  Thou hast been seen.  Thy journeyings in the forest have provoked wonder and curiosity.  Let Miriam once learn that Robin lies there, and the whole truth will flash upon her; and then look thou to thyself!”

These words were spoken with such significance that Cuthbert experienced an involuntary qualm of fear.

“I thank thee for the warning,” he said; “I will avail myself of thy kind counsel.  I had thought of journeying to London ere this.  There, it may be, I shall be hidden from their malice.”

“Thou wilt be safer there than here,” answered the gipsy quietly; “I will not say thou wilt be truly safe in any spot if Miriam’s ire be once roused against thee.  She has a wondrous fierce spirit, and she has influence with our people second only to mine.  And then there hung about Long Robin a mysterious charm.  Men loved him not—­they feared and distrusted him; and yet, were it to be known that he had met his death by violence, Miriam would have but small trouble in stirring up the hearts of a score of stout fellows vowed to vengeance.  In the forest thou wilt have small chance of thy life.”

“Perchance they will follow me to London,” said Cuthbert; “if so, it will be small use to fly.”

“In London our folks have fears for themselves,” answered the gipsy queen.  “Half of them are outlawed; the other half lie beneath the suspicion of sorcery, which in these days is almost worse.  They may hover about the dens of the city, but they will fear to molest thee elsewhere.  Thou must take heed how thou venturest beyond the city walls, for Tyrrel and his men may be lurking beyond on the watch.”

“Methought Tyrrel and Miriam were no such friends,” said Cuthbert, recollecting the night when he had been brought to the mill.  “Will he take up her quarrel?”

“If she can make him believe that Robin had the secret of the lost treasure, and that thou didst force the secret from him ere thou laidest him in his grave, he will take up the quarrel in right good earnest, and rest not till he has learned where the treasure has been hid.  We of the gipsy tribe have as little believed in that hid treasure as the house of Trevlyn, hence its safety all these years.  But let Miriam once tell what she knows—­which is something, I warrant—­and there may be many who will then believe that the secret was in Robin’s keeping.  They will be certain sure that thou wouldst not have killed the man until thou hadst made sure of the treasure.  It would be acting like the fabled yokel who killed the goose that laid the golden eggs.  Wherefore be gone.  Hide thyself in London town.  In a few weeks or months the chase may be over; but for the time being beware of the forest!”