Sergeant Blick whistled from the window. Two more men appeared to guard the door. Then he went off to gather the rest of his half company.
[CHAPTER II.]
NIGEL COLLECTS HIS DUES.
Nigel's quick eye roved over the throng.
"Now, Master Scrivener!" he said, picking out a lean-faced worthy who shrank behind a burly citizen. "Sit you at this table and write down the names and conditions of the prisoners!"
The scrivener drew forth pen and inkhorn.
"Now, madame! Yours!"
"Ottilie of Thüringen!" She had risen to make the reply, and again their eyes met in silent combat.