‘In good sooth, master Heywood,’ answered the old woman, ’I tell the tale as ’twas told to me.  I avouch it not for certain, knowing that my son Thomas hath a seething brain and loveth a joke passing well, nor heedeth greatly upon whom he putteth it, whether his master or his mother; but for the stair by the great hall window, that stair have I seen with mine own eyes, though for the horses to come and go thereby, that truly have I not seen.  And for the rest I only say it may well be, for there is nothing of it all which the wise man, my lord Herbert, could not with a word—­and that a light one for him to speak, though truly another might be torn to pieces in saying it.’

‘I would I might see the place!’ murmured Richard.

‘An’ it were not thou art such a—!  But it boots not talking, master Heywood.  Thou art too well known for a puritan—­roundhead they call thee; and thou hast given them and theirs too many hard knocks, my son, to look they should be willing to let thee gaze on the wonders of their great house.  Else, being that I am a friend to thee and thine, I would gladly—.  But, as I say, it boots nothing—­although I have a son, who being more of the king’s part than I am—.’

’Hast thou not then art enough, mother, to set me within Raglan walls for an hour or two after midnight?  I ask no more,’ said Richard, who, although he was but leading the way to quite another proposal, nor desired aid of art black or white, yet could not help a little tremor at making the bare suggestion of the unhallowed idea.

‘An’ I had, I dared not use it,’ answered the old woman; ’for is not my lord Herbert there?  Were it not for him—­well—.  But I dare not, as I say, for his art is stronger than mine, and from his knowledge I could hide nothing.  And I dare not for thy sake either, my young master.  Once inside those walls of stone, those gates of oak, and those portcullises of iron, and thou comes not out alive again, I warrant thee.’

‘I should like to try once, though,’ said Richard.  ’Couldst thou not disguise me, mother Rees, and send me with a message to thy son?’

‘I tell thee, young master, I dare not,’ answered the old woman, with utmost solemnity.  ’And if I did, thy speech would presently bewray thee.’

’I would then I knew that part of the wall a man might scramble over in the dark,’ said Richard.

’Thinks thou my lord marquis hath been fortifying his castle for two years that a young Heywood, even if he be one of the godly, and have long legs to boot, should make a vaulting horse of it?  I know but one knows the way over Raglan walls, and thou wilt hardly persuade him to tell thee,’ said mother Rees, with a grim chuckle.

As she spoke she rose, and went towards her sleeping chamber.  Then first Richard became aware that for some time he had been hearing a scratching and whining.  She opened the door, and out ran a wretched-looking dog, huge and gaunt, with the red marks of recent wounds all over his body, and his neck swathed in a discoloured bandage.  He went straight to Richard, and began fawning upon him and licking his hands.  Miserable and most disreputable as he looked, he recognised in him Dorothy’s mastiff.