“He had fettle enough to fool us of forty thousand men. They went, at his bidding, bleating like sheep.”
“This is a fool’s tale. I’d not give a groat for it.”
“The wench, Isoult, knows whether it be the truth or a lie.”
“Where is the woman?”
“Above, in the attic.”
“Have her down. We’ll make her speak.”
Merlin turned to Guy.
“Bid her come.”
Guy climbed the ladder stair, and forced up the trap-door with one hand. His head disappeared through the opening.
“Isoult, Father Merlin has need of you.”