He could see dark figures flitting about, but a dead silence reigned.
It was broken at last by a voice, which he knew well.
It was Job's.
"Maester Leicester, it be of no use to struggle agen too many. Do you give in quietly?"
Leicester thought a moment, then nodded, pointing to the gag.
"If we take it off, will 'e promise not to shout?" asked Job.
Again Leicester hesitated, and again made a motion in the affirmative.
"Take it off; he'll not break his word," said Job, and some one from behind slipped off the gag.
"Now, Maester Leicester," said Job, "we've got your word. Mind ye, you're not to speak till ye get permission."
Leicester nodded.