"Then let us set about it at once, Robert."
"Nay, there is much to think on yet. Where shall I hide her when she is free of the prison?"
"Bring her here, Rob, by the garden door. I can hide her in the old attic for a night or so, and they will never dream of seeking in father's house for an escaped rebel, and in a few days Lady Cicely may win her pardon. But I am coming with you, Rob."
"Certes, no. Why, I had as lief have my Lord Jeffreys. No, Prue, I mean it. If I cannot go alone, I go not at all."
"Oh, but Rob. I must do something."
"Ay, i' faith, thou must. 'Tis for thee to get the key."
"The key!"
"Aye, the key of the shed. It hangs, as I said, on Master Lane's chain, tho' he hath doubtless forgot the fact, it has been so seldom used. But I know it well. Now, how wilt thou get it for me?"
"Oh! Rob, I know not, i' faith. How is't possible?"
"Pooh! Where are thy wits, Prue?" he asked teasingly.