"Quick, the window!" said Christine.
"Open it wide," said Herrick, pulling his hood over his head, and noiselessly drawing his sword from its sheath. His cloak was a heavy double one, and the inner part he fastened to conceal his dress, the outer folds he drew together to hide the drawn sword.
"What will you do? Go. No harm can happen to me," said Christine.
The door was rattled sharply.
"Open! Open!"
"Go," Christine whispered. "They will kill you."
"They might insult you," he answered. "Open the door."
"For my sake, go," she said, pointing to the window.
"Open the door," Herrick repeated.
"Open! Open!" came from without as the door was rattled fiercely again.