"Yes, my lord," replied the chamberlain. "So I put him in the old dungeon."
"Eh, what! You have put him where?" asked Sir Henry, turning back breathlessly. "You idiot, you; where are the keys?"
"In the old dungeon, I said," explained the wonder-stricken chamberlain. "The safest part of the castle, my lord."
"Where are the keys?" thundered his master. "Quick!"
Simon handed them over, and struck with intense amazement at the sudden and complete change in his master's manner, he awaited the course of events.
"Follow me," said the knight, sharply, as he opened the door and started across the yard. "Did I not command thee to put him in the tower?" he cried.
Simon returned no answer. He was stupified. His head swam, and he half persuaded himself as he followed his master across the yard that he was the victim of some dread nightmare.
"See here!" exclaimed Sir Henry as he kicked the drunken gaoler aside and sharply awoke him; "and here!" he added, as he unlocked the ponderous door and held the glimmering lantern up. "See here," he cried, "what's this?" and he pushed the wondering Simon in.
"Why—how! He has gone," he gasped.
"Of course he has."