“No, my lady; that was all done a long time ago. It was finished before the fighting began, for he wouldn’t have nothing but his bed and washstand brought down. The men had to take most of the other things right down in the black cellar place underneath, so as to clear the chamber.”
“But did you ask the men on guard if they had seen him?”
“Yes, my lady; they say he shut himself up in his room.”
“That will do. Never mind,” said Lady Royland, dismissing the maid.—“Now, Roy, I am going to keep you company, and—oh, my boy! what is it? Ah! You are hurt!”
She flew to his side, and with trembling hands began to tear open his doublet, but he checked her.
“No, no, mother, I am not—indeed!”
“Then what is it? You are white and trembling, and your forehead is all wet.”
“Yes, it has come over like this,” he faltered, “all since the fight and getting the men in through the sally-port.”
“But you must have been hurt without knowing it.”
“No, no,” he moaned, as he sank back in the chair, and covered his face with his hands.