James then moved slowly forward in the direction of the pavilion; and, as he went, called Nicholas Assheton to him.
"Wha was that officer?" he asked.
"Your pardon, my liege, but I cannot answer the question," replied Nicholas.
"And why not, sir?" demanded the monarch, sharply.
"For reasons I will hereafter render to your Majesty, and which I am persuaded you will find satisfactory," rejoined the squire.
"Weel, weel, I dare say you are right," said the King. "But do you think he will keep his word?"
"I am sure of it," returned Nicholas.
"The time is come, then!" exclaimed James impatiently, and looking up at the pavilion.
"The time is come!" echoed a sepulchral voice.
"Did you speak?" inquired the monarch.