Sir John rose, as he said again—
"Bid him enter!"
The trembling servant obeyed, and, proceeding to the end of the Hall, threw open the great folding doors.
All the guests had now risen to their feet; all knew that some catastrophe was at hand.
The men looked stern, and, for the most part, undaunted; but from the many ladies present came the sound of choking sobs and subdued cries.
The Deputy Sheriff had entered, and with him came a posse of halberdiers in full armour.
As the armed men drew up in line within the hall their leader stepped forward and bowed low to Sir John—waiting, apparently, to be questioned.
"Mr. Deputy Sheriff," said Sir John in firm tones, "you would be welcome here this day, but for this array at your back; what means it?"
"I crave your pardon, Sir John Jefferay, yet the servants of the Queen must do their duty and obey the royal command, even if it be bitter and irksome."
"It is true, sir", replied Sir John with dignity, "and you need no pardon from me; declare to us your business here."