"When did this man arrive?" asked Edgar quickly.
"On the morning of the day of your arrival--that is, yesterday."
"Canst describe him to me?"
"I did not see the man, and those who reported it to me, as all do the most trifling events, said that they could see little of him, as his head was swathed in bandages."
"It is he," murmured Edgar half to himself.
"Who? Whom dost mean? Dost know the man?" cried the priest sharply.
"I fear so. I think it must be this evil knight of whom I have told thee. The blow with which I worsted him in the lists at Bordeaux was severe, and I know that his head had to be much bandaged. Then before I left I learned that he had already gone. 'Tis he of a surety. He hath followed his victim."
"Can he know that thou art here?"
"I think not; but one cannot be sure, and he will guess that I would not remain idle."
"Then it is this knight, this enemy of thine, who hath caused the watch to be doubled. 'Twill be the harder for thee to find a way in by thy stratagem. Hast brought a rope with thee?"