And the door, opening, revealed, indeed, in the rushlight, now dimly illuminating the hall, the hunchback; not laden, however, with the longed-for creature comforts, but empty-handed; at his back the commandant and a number of soldiers.
"You fellow with the dolls!" Blinking in the glare of the torches, the dwarf peered in. "Where are you? Come along!" as the mountebank rose, "you are wanted."
"Wanted?" repeated the player, stepping forward. "Where?"
"At the palace," said the commandant.
"The palace!" stopping short. "Who can want me there?"
"Who?" The dwarf made a grimace. "Who?" he repeated mockingly.
"Her ladyship," said the commandant, with a reproving glance at the jailer.
"Her ladyship!"
"Haven't you ears, my man?" The commandant frowned and made an impatient gesture. "Come, bestir yourself! The Governor's daughter has commanded your presence."