"Wilt thou really promise that, Rob?" she asked, nestling into his arms.
"Aye, sweetheart."
"Anything, Rob?"
"Anything you ask," he answered, gazing into her eyes.
"Then, oh, Rob; help Mistress Winslow to escape."
He stared in astonishment.
"What sayest thou? Prue! Prue! 'Tis impossible, 'Tis madness to dream on't," he cried.
"You promised to do anything I asked," she complained reproachfully, straining against his embrace.
"Aye, sweetheart, so I will, so I will." He pledged himself rashly to keep her in his arms. "But this—— How is't possible? Would you have me break into the castle and bear her out by force?"
"She is not in the castle; she is lodged in one of the temporary sheds," corrected Prue reproachfully.