I will eat nothing at the hands that slew my kinsman," she replied.

Dear madam," Dick cried, "I swear to you upon the rood I touched him

not."

"Swear to me that he still lives," she returned.

"I will not palter with you," answered Dick. "Pity bids me to wound you.

In my heart I do believe him dead."

"And ye ask me to eat!" she cried. "Ay, and they call you 'sir!' Y'

have won your spurs by my good kinsman's murder. And had I not been

fool

and traitor both, and saved you in your enemy's house, ye should have

died the death, and he--he that was worth twelve of you--were living."

I did but my man's best, even as your kinsman did upon the other party,"

answered Dick. "Were he still living--as I vow to Heaven I wish it!--he

would praise, not blame me."

"Sir Daniel hath told me," she replied. "He marked you at the barricade.

Upon you, he saith, their party foundered; it was you that won the

battle. Well, then, it was you that killed my good Lord Risingham, as

sure as though ye had strangled him. And ye would have me eat with

you--and your hands not washed from killing? But Sir Daniel hath sworn

your downfall. He 'tis that will avenge me!"

The Black Arrow