“Who else would be afoot?”
“No one save a guard at the gate and another on the battlement.”
“What then is the password?”
The man was silent.
“The password, fellow!”
The cold points of two daggers pricked his throat; but still he would not speak.
“Where is the blind man?” asked Nigel. “Here, Andreas, you can have him and do what you will with him.”
“Nay, nay,” the priest whimpered. “Keep him off me. Save me from blind Andreas! I will tell you everything.”
“The password then, this instant?”
“It is ‘Benedicite!’”