"A long journey," was the reply.
Amesa started to his feet, for the voice was not that of Drakul. He faced one whose appearance was not the less startling because it was familiar.
"I have brought the red forelock myself," said the visitor.
Amesa stared stupidly an instant, then reached toward his weapon lying upon the table near.
"Stop!" said the man, laying the flat side of his sword across the Voivode's arm before he could grasp his yataghan.
"How dare you intrude yourself unbidden here!" cried the enraged Amesa.
"It required no daring," was the cool reply, "for I am the stronger."
"Help! Help!" shouted the voivode, as he realized that he would not be permitted to reach his weapon.
The door swung, and a band of strange men stood in the opening.