"Here comes Lord Clinton," said Geoffrey suddenly, as he saw their lord's well-known figure approaching the tent.
They rose to receive him; then, as he took a seat, after some pleasant words of greeting, William spoke—
"We are happy to see you, my Lord; we are anxious to know if our marching orders have been given."
"It is on that very point that I am come to see you. I have my marching orders, but I am not sure that I shall take you with me."
The young "aides" started with surprise; but ere they could seek an explanation of his words Lord Clinton proceeded to say—
"I wish to hold a brief consultation with you. Count Mansfeld has just brought me some sinister news. He tells me that his reiters have discovered that it was Ralph's poniard which disabled the man who was afterwards hung from the cathedral turret, and they have sworn to avenge his death.
"He has sent them a message that he will sharply punish the perpetrators of any such an attempt, but Mansfeld tells me that his men are in a dangerous humour, and he wished me to warn you to keep to the limits of your own camp, and that even within those limits Ralph should never wander alone."
The young soldiers smiled disdainfully.
"Our swords can guard our heads, my Lord, we have no fear!" said Geoffrey.
"Yes, I know that," cried Clinton, "but I want to make assurance doubly sure.