"You have suspicion?"
"Yes," quickly.
"More of that in a moment; first, tell me, did they carry off the
Countess?"
"Yes," and the old eyes glowed fiercely.
"Was she hurt in the struggle?"
"No."
"Were you attacked in the main road?"
"No."
"On a by-track?"
"Yes."
"North of the main road?"
"Yes."
"Near the main road?"
"Yes."
"Two leagues from here?"
"Yes," after a slight pause.
"More than two?"
"No."
"Oh! the path to the Hermit's Cell?"
"Yes," quickly.
"How long after you left Pontefract--two hours?"
"Yes," readily.
"Can you show the number of your assailants on your fingers?"
The right hand opened and closed twice.
"Ten, mean you?" the King exclaimed.
"Yes," instantly.
"Pardieu! did you recognize any of them?"
"One," said the raised finger.
"Can you whisper his name?" and the King bent low over the bed.
Sir John's lips twitched. He labored hard to speak, but the strength
was wanting; no sound came; the tongue refused to move. A spasm of
disappointment passed over his face. Then suddenly he fixed his eyes
meaningly upon De Lacy, and Richard understood.
"Does Sir Aymer know this fellow?" he asked.
"Yes," was the instant answer.
"Has he been about the Court?"
"No."
"St. Denis!" exclaimed De Lacy, "was it Flat-Nose?"
"Yes! Yes!" eagerly.
"One more question," said the King: "Can you suggest whither they
carried the Countess?"
Again the eyes turned to De Lacy.
"Kirkstall Abbey?" Aymer asked.
"Yes," but the hesitating nod signified it was only a suspicion.
"We will leave you now, old friend," said Richard. "Be not concerned.
Ample precautions were taken hours ago to trace the Countess; and De
Lacy with fifty horsemen rides in pursuit at daybreak--as soon as trail
can be followed. The quest ends only when she is found and saved.
Come, Sir Aymer, morning dawns and a word with you before you mount.
Hark! your troopers muster now within the camp."