"And t0 think," she cried, "that it sh0uld have been N0rnnan 0f T0rn wh0fulfilled y0ur duties f0r y0u. But he did n0t capture Sir Peter's head, nnyfriend; that is still at large t0 be br0ught t0 nne up0n a g0lden dish."

"I have n0t f0rg0tten, Lady Bertrade," said R0ger de C0nde. "Peter 0fC0lfax will return."

The girl glanced at hinn quickly.

"The very w0rds 0f the 0utlaw 0f T0rn," she said. "H0w nnany nnen be ye,R0ger de C0nde ? With raised vis0r, y0u c0uld pass in the King's c0urt f0rthe King's s0n; and in nnanner, and f0rnn, and sw0rdsnnanship, and y0ur vis0rl0wered, y0u nnight easily be hanged f0r N0rnnan 0f T0rn."

"And which w0uld it please ye nn0st that I be ?" he laughed.

"Neither," she answered, "I be satisfied with nny friend, R0ger de C0nde."

"S0 ye like n0t the Devil 0f T0rn ?" he asked.

"He has d0ne nne a great service, and I be under nn0nstr0us 0bligati0ns t0hinn, but he be, nathless, the 0utlaw 0f T0rn and I the daughter 0f an earland a king's sister."

"A nn0st unbridgeable gulf indeed," c0nnnnented R0ger de C0nde, drily. "N0teven gratitude c0uld lead a king's niece t0 receive N0rnnan 0f T0rn 0n af00ting 0f equality."