Hugh groaned, but only answered: 

“Forward!”

As they went David told them his story.  It seemed that when he was struck down in the square where the crazy friar preached, and like to be stabbed and trampled to death, some of the Jews dragged him into the shadow and rescued him.  Afterward they took him to a horrid and squalid quarter called La Juiverie, into which no Christian dare enter.  Here he lay sick of his hurts and unable to get out until that very afternoon; the widow Rebecca, whom they had saved, nursing him all the while.

“Did you hear aught of us?” asked Dick.

“Ay, at first that you were holding Dead Bride’s Tower bravely.  So as soon as I might, I came to join you there if I could win in and you still lived.  But they told me that you had fallen at last.”

“Ah!” said Dick, “well, as it chances it was not we who fell, but that tale is long.  Still, David, you are a brave lad who would have come to die with us, and my master will thank you when he can give his mind to such things.  Say, did you hear aught else?”

“Ay, Dick; I heard two days ago that the French lord, Cattrina, whom Sir Hugh was to have fought at Venice, had left Avignon, none knew why or whither he went.”

“Doubtless because of the plague and he wished to go where there was none,” answered Dick.

But Hugh groaned again, thinking to himself that Acour would scarcely have left Avignon if Eve were still alive within its walls.

After this they went on in silence, meeting very few and speaking with none, for the part of the great city through which they passed seemed to be almost deserted.  Indeed in this quarter the pest was so fearful that all who remained alive and could do so had fled elsewhere, leaving behind them only the sick and those who plundered houses.

“One thing I forgot to say,” said David presently.  “The Jews told me that they had certain information that the notary knave Basil was paid by the lord Cattrina to lead us to that square where the fires burned in order that we might be murdered there.  Further, our death was to be the signal for the massacre of all the Jews, only, as it chanced, their plan went awry.”

“As will Basil’s neck if ever I meet him again,” muttered Grey Dick beneath his breath.  “Lord! what fools we were to trust that man.  Well, we’ve paid the price and, please God, so shall he.”

They turned the corner and rode down another street, till presently David said: 

“Halt! yonder is the house.  See the cognizance above the gateway!”

Hugh and Dick leapt from their horses, the latter bidding David lead them into the courtyard and hold them there.  Then they entered the house, of which the door was ajar, and by the shine of the moon that struggled through the window-places, crept up the stairs and passages till they reached those rooms where Sir Andrew and Eve had lodged.

“Hist!” said Dick, and he pointed to a line of light that showed beneath the closed door.