“To take sanctuary at the Preceptory and raise my kin. Forward, Eve, ere you freeze.”
“I think there is that in me which will not freeze,” she answered; and broke into a run.
Now night closed in, and the snow which had been threatening all day began to fall, making their path over the heath difficult.
“We need Grey Dick to guide us; but alack, I fear he is dead!” muttered Hugh.
“I think others will be dead, not Dick,” she answered.
Just then they heard a footstep behind them.
Hugh wheeled round and drew his sword, but almost before it had left the scabbard a long figure glided out of the snow, and said:
“More to the left, master, more to the left, unless you would make your peace on Blythburgh bridge, where some would be glad to meet you.”
“How went it?” asked Hugh shortly.
“Not well. I shot thrice and slew three men, two of the French knights, and Thomas of Kessland, against whom I had a score that now is settled. But the fourth time I missed.”