“Then give me your parole not to escape.”
“I give you my word of honour that I will escape as soon as I possibly can,” said Hilary smiling. “So take my advice, and take Adela away. Save yourself, too, for if I find you here I shall be obliged to arrest you.”
“Why, you foolish fellow,” said Sir Henry smiling, “you are a prisoner, and you have found out that you cannot get away.”
“Not so, Sir Henry. I found that I could not get away this first time; but you don’t know me if you think I am going to sit down quietly here without an effort to escape.”
“But it is impossible here, my good lad,” said Sir Henry.
“So your people thought when you locked me up in that old chapel. I tell you, Sir Henry, I mean to get back to my ship.”
“Then, for the safety of my child, and for my own safety, Hilary, you force me to show myself the stern officer of his majesty our rightful king, and I must see that you are kept fast. However, I will try to temper justice with some show of kindness, and I have had dry clothes brought up for your use till the others are right.”
“Oh, they are pretty well right now,” said Hilary carelessly.
“Then is it to be war, Hilary?” said Sir Henry with a sad smile.
“Yes, Sir Henry, war.”