“I deserve no thanks. My mother is upon your side and that of your father. She asks me to bring him to her.”
The Baron was with his wife, and Sir Bleoberis stood before them.
“Sir Bamn,” said the Baron, “Lady Bors insists that you are innocent of any wrong-doing; and Sir Bleoberis, seeing that you are unskilled, has resolved not to have a combat with you. I am willing to pardon you upon one condition: that you find my daughter and bring her back to me.”
“That I should be willing to try to do under any circumstances,” said the Professor. “I regret her loss very deeply. But, you see, I know nothing of the country. I am afraid I should not discover her if I should go alone.”
“I will go with you,” said Sir Bleoberis.
“That is first-rate,” said the Professor. “Give me your hand.”
“We will keep your daughter in the castle as a hostage,” said the Baron. “When you return with Ysolt you shall have the Lady Tilly, and Sir Bleoberis shall have Ysolt.”
“I am profoundly grateful,” replied Sir Bleoberis, bowing.
“My dear,” said the Professor to Miss Baffin, “does the arrangement suit you?”
“It suits me,” muttered Sir Dinadan.