“At Walderne; my uncle is Nicholas de Harengod, and some day the castle will be mine.”
Martin looked up with strange interest.
“What! Walderne Castle yours!”
“Yes, have you heard of it?”
“And seen it.”
“Seen it?”
“Yes, afar off,” said the lad dreamily, for Hubert gave him a warning look.
“Even as a cat may look at a king’s palace.”
“But those woods are full of outlaws,” said another lad, Louis de Chalgrave.
“All the better; it will be rare sport to hunt them out.”