After this repulse they had gone round and round the vast walls of Machecoul seeking a place vulnerable, but finding none.  The ramparts rose as it had been to heaven, and the flanking towers were crowded night and day with men on the watch.  Round the walls for the space of a bow-shot every way there ran a green space fair and open to the view, but in reality full of pitfalls and secret engines.  From the battlements began the arrow hail, so soon as any attempted to approach the castle along any other way than the thrice-defended road to the main gate.

The wolves howled in the forests by night, and more than once came so near that one of the three men had to take it in turns to keep watch in the cave’s mouth.  But for a reason not clear to them at the time they were not again attacked by the marshal’s wild allies of the wood.

The third time they had tried to enter the castle in their pilgrim’s garb, and the outer picket courteously received them.  But when they were come to the inner curtain, one Robin Romulart, the officer of the guard, a stout fellow, suddenly called to his men to bind and gag them—­in which enterprise, but for the great strength of Malise, they might have succeeded.  For the outer gates had been shut with a clang, and they could hear the soldiers of the garrison hasting from all sides in answer to Robin’s summons.

But Malise snatched up the bar wherewith the winding cogs of the gate were turned, and, having broken more than one man’s head with it, he forced the massive doors apart by main force, so that they were able all unharmed to withdraw themselves into the shelter of the woods.  So near capture had they been, however, that over and over again they heard the shouting of the parties who scoured the woods in search of them.

It was the worst feature of their situation that the Marshal de Retz certainly knew of their presence in his territories, and that he would be easily able to guess their errand and take measures to prevent it succeeding.

Their last and most fatal failure had happened several days before, and the first eager burst of the search for them had passed.  But the Scots knew that the enemy was thoroughly alarmed, and that it behoved them to abide very closely within their hiding-place.

The Lord James took worst of all with the uncertainty and confinement.  Any restraint was unsuited to his jovial temper and open-air life.  But for the present, at least, and till they could gain some further information as to the whereabouts of the maidens, it was obvious that they could do no better than remain in their seaside shelter.

Their latest plan was to abide in the cave till the marshal set out again upon one of his frequent journeys.  Then it would be comparatively easy to ascertain by an ambush whether he was taking the captives with him, or if he had left them behind.  If the maids were of his travelling company, the three rescuers would be guided by circumstances and the strength of the escort, as to whether or not they should venture to make an attack.