"I have heard of her," said Barbara.
"She was no rebel, I take it," said Watson, "She only assisted a couple of fugitives, and for that paid the penalty."
Barbara looked at him questioningly, and he entered into details, sparing her nothing of the history of this fiendish judicial murder, and contrived to let her see that her own case was not unlike Lady Lisle's. Barbara did not move, uttered no sound during the recital. When Watson had finished she looked at him.
"It is a marvel to me that rebellion has been confined to the West," she said quietly. "Were I a strong man, I should be in revolt at such injustice."
"You would be as others, afraid to speak."
"There are some who are not afraid," she answered.
"Aye, and will dangle from a gibbet for their pains. May a rough trooper give you a word of advice?"
She bowed her head slowly.
"If you have friends, make petition to them," said Watson. "Be humble, and endeavour to escape standing before Judge Jeffreys."
"Can you tell me of what I shall be accused?" Barbara asked.