“Troth until death; I swear it.”
She swayed towards him, drew back as suddenly, and started up, dragging him with her.
“Ssst, see—there!”
She pointed towards the wood, and Fulk saw vague movement in the darkness, and heard the rustling of bracken and the crackling of dead wood.
CHAPTER XIII
They were away, running hand in hand, and even their chance of death had an exultant cry in its throat.
A voice snarled in the darkness behind them:
“Shoot—shoot! No mercy!”
Fulk let go of Isoult’s hand, and swung behind her so as to cover her from the arrows of Merlin’s men, but she hung back and would not suffer him to serve her as shield.
“No, no; I take the same chance as you, my friend. There are oak woods down yonder—they will be our salvation.”