The Sheriff laid his hand on his shoulder and said with loud voice—
"I arrest you, Mr. Ralph Jefferay, in the name of the Queen!"
Then, turning to his halberdiers, he pointed to Ralph, and immediately two men placed themselves at his side.
"Disarm the prisoner," said the officer in sharp words of command.
"There is no need," said Ralph, instantly unbuckling his sword, and placing it upon the table.
"Are you ready, sir? then follow me," said the Deputy Sheriff, as he turned to leave the hall with his prisoner.
"One moment, Mr. Deputy Sheriff," cried Sir John. "Can you grant your prisoner a brief space wherein to make his adieux?"
"Certainly, Sir John," replied the officer courteously, "if it be done briefly and in my presence."
Then Ralph moved towards his uncle; he would have knelt on one knee before him and have kissed his hand; but Sir John caught him to his breast, and kissing him on both cheeks, said—
"Farewell for the present, dear Ralph; keep a brave heart and good courage. Trust in God! Esperez toujours, toujours esperez!"