John Falconer had torches with him, and the causeway was a glare of light. Martin lowered the bridge and swung the gate open; Falconer came across.
He stared at Martin Valliant.
“Hallo! This is a queer way to go harnessed.”
“There is much to be told.”
“Is the child safe?”
“She is in her chamber. Her men were ambushed this morning, and she was taken.”
Falconer nodded understandingly.
“You have been in the water, my friend?”
“Swartz and I swam across to rescue her.”
“Swartz? Peter Swartz?”