“Madam, ye know not what ye say,” returned Dick. “Y’are hurt——”
“I am not,” she said. “It was my horse was slain.”
“It matters not one jot,” replied Richard. “Ye are here in the midst of open snow, and compassed about with enemies. Whether ye will or not, I carry you with me. Glad am I to have the occasion; for thus shall I repay some portion of our debt.”
For a little while she was silent. Then, very suddenly, she asked:
“My Lord Risingham?” returned Dick. “I would I had good news to give you, madam; but I have none. I saw him once in the battle, and once only. Let us hope the best.”