"May I have a word with you, my lord?" he whispered, and led the way into a small room in the rear. Closing the door very easily he laid his ear against it, and then seeming satisfied came close over.
"You are from the Court, my lord?" he said softly.
"I am of the Court, but not directly from it."
"Then you do not know if His Majesty fear an uprising in the South?"
De Lacy was instantly interested, though he answered indifferently enough. "Uprising! Not likely. Who is so far done with life as to meditate such folly?"
"That I think I know, sir; and it is hatching as sure as Dunstan's a saint."
"Which is anything but sure, my man. Come to the facts."
"Do you recall the two monks and the Knight you punished because of the tymbestere."
De Lacy nodded.
"After your lordship went out the Knight returned and the three held conference together. I myself served them with wine and heard some of their talk—only a chance word, sir; and they were most suspicious. They spoke of ships and troops, but I could not gain the sense of it. Once they let fall the word 'Richmond' and tried to catch it back ere it were out. Then they went above to the monks' room. Your worship's room is next to it———"