At this I laughed too, for now I realized that she was dressed in the attire of a gallant, the which I had not noticed at first, seeing that she wore a long cloak.
She did not seem to have a vestige of fear, and I knew by the tone of her voice that her heart was light, even in spite of all she had passed through.
Presently we came to a lonely spot, and then I allowed the man who had been shouting at us to stop to overtake us.
It was but the work of a moment. The man was no swordsman, neither was he prepared for my attack. In truth, I believe he expected to find only Constance, so heedlessly did he ride up. As it was, he fell to the ground stunned and helpless.
In less time than it takes me to tell, Constance had leaped on to the man's horse, and we were soon galloping side by side towards London.
"They cannot catch us now," she laughed.
"Why do you think so?"
"Because I have the better horse. The man who rode this left the other far behind."
After this we spoke not for some time, but rode steadily on.
"You are not afraid, Constance?"