I didn’t relish hiding. But when I thought of the innumerable dangers which surrounded us and the comparatively small amount of ammunition that I had with me, I hesitated to provoke a battle with Buckingham and his warriors when, by flight, I could avoid them and preserve my cartridges against emergencies which could not be escaped.
“Would they follow us there?” I asked, pointing through the archway into the Camp of the Lions.
“Never,” she replied, “for, in the first place, they would know that we would not dare go there, and in the second they themselves would not dare.”
“Then we shall take refuge in the Camp of the Lions,” I said.
She shuddered and drew closer to me.
“You dare?” she asked.
“Why not?” I returned. “We shall be safe from Buckingham, and you have seen, for the second time in two days, that lions are harmless before my weapons. Then, too, I can find my friends easiest in this direction, for the River Thames runs through this place you call the Camp of the Lions, and it is farther down the Thames that my friends are awaiting me. Do you not dare come with me?”
“I dare follow wherever you lead,” she answered simply.
And so I turned and passed beneath the great arch into the city of London.