Hugh drew one hand across his eye.
"Father," he called abruptly. "Fair lord, art here?"
"I am here, Hugh."
"Do you see two figures as I see them?" questioned Hugh.
"I see them, fair son."
"Then am I sane. But——"
"There is no time for buts, Hugh," Matteo interrupted. "Hell bubbles overhead. Comnenus tries his skill once more at overturning a throne. In the confusion we dared to descend here, but if you are to escape we must hurry. There is no time to lose."
"Do you order us. We will obey. But how knew you where to find me?"
"Anon, comrade. For the nonce we have much to do. Follow me."
He led them out into the passageway, sweeping his torch overhead to light them, and barred the door of the empty dungeon. Then they traversed the corridors Hugh remembered on the lower level, until they came to a point where the passage divided. Here lay one of the black guards, stabbed to death.