"Exactly."
"Then," said Kaituna, pausing a moment at the door, "I swear by the name of my mother that I will be true to him."
She was gone in a moment, and Sir Rupert, over whose face had come a grave, worn look, laughed discordantly.
"By the name of her mother," he said with a sneer. "Ah! she little knows what her mother was."
[CHAPTER XVI.]
FOREWARNED IS FOREARMED.
"'Tis ill work fighting in the dark,
Though skilled you be in use of lance;
A random thrust may stretch you sark,
Though guided but by fickle chance.