covered so thick with weeds.  When you go down, mark how low it is.  There is little defence in the moat that a boy might wade through.  I have allowed it to get shallow in order to try upon its sides a new cement I have lately discovered; but weeks and weeks have passed, and I have never found the leisure, and now I am sure I never shall until this rebellion is crushed.  It is time I filled it.  Pray look down upon it, cousin.  In summer it will be full of the loveliest white water-lilies, though now you can see nothing but green weeds.’

He had left her side and gone a few paces away, but kept on speaking.

’One strange thing I can tell you about them, cousin—­the roots of that whitest of flowers make a fine black dye!  What apophthegm founded upon that, thinkest thou, my father would drop for Dr Bayly?’

‘You perplex me much, my lord,’ said Dorothy.  ’I cannot at all perceive your lordship’s drift.’

’Lay a hand on each side of the battlement where you now stand; lean through it and look down.  Hold fast and fear nothing.’  Dorothy did as she was desired, and thus supported gazed upon the moat below, where it lay a mere ditch at the foot of the lofty wall.

‘My lord, I see nothing,’ she said, turning to him, as she thought; but he had vanished.

Again she looked at the moat, and then her eyes wandered away over the castle.  The two courts and their many roofs, even those of all the towers, except only the lofty watch-tower on the western side, lay bare beneath her, in bright moonlight, flecked and blotted with shadows, all wondrous in shape and black as Erebus.

Suddenly, she knew not whence, arose a frightful roaring, a hollow bellowing, a pent-up rumbling.  Seized by a vague terror, she clung to the parapet and trembled.  But even the great wall beneath her, solid as the earth itself, seemed to tremble under her feet, as with some inward commotion or dismay.  The next moment the water in the moat appeared to rush swiftly upwards, in wild uproar, fiercely confused, and covered with foam and spray.  To her bewildered eyes, it seemed to heap itself up, wave upon furious wave, to reach the spot where she stood, greedy to engulf her.  For an instant she fancied the storming billows pouring over the edge of the battlement, and started back in such momentary agony as we suffer in dreams.  Then, by a sudden rectification of her vision, she perceived that what she saw was in reality a multitude of fountain jets rushing high towards their parent-cistern, but far-failing ere they reached it.  The roar of their onset was mingled with the despairing tumult of their defeat, and both with the deep tumble and wallowing splash of the water from the fire-engine, which grew louder and louder as the surface of the water in the reservoir sank.  The uproar ceased as suddenly as it had commenced, but the moat mirrored a thousand moons in the agitated waters which had overwhelmed its mantle of weeds.