When we reached our destination we handed Catesby over to the proper authorities, and from that time we had naught to do with his fate.
We hastened by the shortest way to the Grey Friars' Church, and from there, when we had been directed, we went to the Sanctuary.
Catesby had spoken the truth; the ring that I had taken from his finger gained for us admittance.
At first Hazel refused to see us, and prayed protection of the church folk.
Then I remembered me, and sent unto her our names. Instantly then were we admitted into her presence, and happy reunion took the place of torturous separation and maddening anxiety.
"Come now, art happy and content?" I asked, when our joyous greeting had gone the rounds.
"Yes, yes, so happy now, dear;—but how are thine ears?" she broke in suddenly.
"Tush! 'twas a mere nothing; he but cut off the skin."
However, she would not be content until I had taken off my helm and she had redressed the slight wounds.
"But what became of him?" she asked, as a shudder ran through her frame. "I have not seen him since he was torturing thee. The next I knew I was within a closed, wheeled litter, travelling at a fearful pace, and this woman here, beside me. I tried to get out, but could not. Armed men rode all around the litter. Steadily did we travel on, stopping but seldom to get fresh horses, food, and some little rest, until we reached this place. Here have I been locked up and treated as a mad woman."