“What game is this that you are playing, my friend?”
“If you had come armed you would not have set foot here. Tell those fellows to keep their places.”
“Come, come, lad.”
“Knollys, there is a devil in me. Beware! I have looked murder and treachery in the eyes. I trust no man this morning.”
“These are strange words.”
“Are they, by God! If you would see dead men—come hither.”
He turned sharply, and strode off towards the house, Knollys following him with a face that was growing grim. In the porch dead men and faggots were still jumbled together, and the stones were crusted with blood.
Knollys stared.
“Whose men are these?”
“You shall see.”