“You shall be cared for,” he said. “Go to your bed. A doctor shall be sent to you. A comrade will help you along.... Ho, there!” he thundered. “Ho, there, the guards!”
CHAPTER XII
“What do you hear, Ardan?”
“Big feet, and a big lot of them.”
“The doors are well secured?”
“Every bolt is drawn.”
“And the door we arranged for is left with only one bolt shot?”
“Yes. It is a quick, well-oiled bolt. It will open and close again like lightning.”
There came a loud command, and, in a moment, a thundering knock.
Naoise strode to the door.