"What am I to do?" cried the girl.
"It is better for you to go home, and when the captain comes I will let you know."
"But if he insists on executing the prisoner, then am I helpless. It will be impossible for me to see the Archbishop until morning."
"Has this man come from the castle?"
"If I answer, what use will you make of what I say?"
"I shall make no use of it, but will give you a hint."
"I trust to your word then. He did come from the castle."
"So I thought. Well, I am responsible for the spies. The captain is responsible for the imperviousness of the line round the castle, and he will be most loath for any one to tell the Archbishop that a man from the castle has broken through the lines to be captured by me on the bank of the river. If one man comes through why not all? will be the natural thought of the Archbishop. This I dare not suggest to the captain, but you may do so, if you find your resolution to see the Archbishop has no effect on him."
"I thank you," said Hilda, simply.
The lieutenant took her hand and whispered: