This was what they asked each other and themselves, and never received an answer.
'It shall end for a while, now,' said Winefred, 'for to-morrow I return to Bath.'
'How is this? I thought you would not go back till your father came to fetch you away.'
'That was my first intention. But I have been obliged to give way. Things are not ripe for that yet. I take the choughs with me. I shall see my father again.'
'And how long will you be away?'
'That I cannot tell.'
'Winefred,' said Jack, 'we are at the gate of thorns. If you will set your hands along with me to unweave them and pluck them out, we shall make an opening in time. Never mind your fingers. We shall get the gap large enough in time for both of us to pass through to freedom.'