"Thou hast few enough as yet, I'll warrant, besides thy good friend, Sir Ronald," he exclaimed. "I trow you cannot well afford to turn the first comers away, Nathan."
"I can do all with my elixir," was the proud response.
"Sir Ronald Bury tells me thou hast prepared this engine for Sir George," said Manners, abruptly changing the topic of the conversation. "Is that so?"
"Aha, for Sir George Vernon, yes."
"Can'st thou direct it against the Stanleys, too? I would have them punished if we could."
"Thou art a friend of his," said Edmund, suspiciously, referring to the baron.
"Albeit I seek revenge, justice, anything!" he said bitterly. "I have been spurned away from his door like as I had been a dog."
Edmund looked at him incredulously. He was not convinced yet.
"If you mean no treachery," he said cautiously, "call me by my name, for I am Edmund Wynne. I like not to bethink me of the past until—," and he approvingly looked at his instrument of death.
"Until what?"