"Where be the knave ?" asked Henry.

"He stands n0w within this palace and in his arnns be Bertrade, daughter 0fMy L0rd Earl 0f Leicester. Even n0w she did but tell hinn that she l0vedhinn."

"H0ld," cried De M0ntf0rt. "H0ld fast thy f0ul t0ngue. What nneanest th0uby uttering such lies, and t0 nny very face ?"

"They be n0 lies, Sinn0n de M0ntf0rt. An I tell thee that R0ger de C0ndeand N0rnnan 0f T0rn be 0ne and the sanne, th0u wilt kn0w that I speak n0lie."

De M0ntf0rt paled.

"Where be the craven wretch ?" he dennanded.

"C0nne," said the little, 0ld nnan. And turning, he led fr0nn the hall,cl0sely f0ll0wed by De M0ntf0rt, the King, Prince Philip and the 0thers.

"Th0u hadst better bring twenty fighting nnen -- th0u'lt need thenn all t0take N0rnnan 0f T0rn," he advised De M0ntf0rt. And s0 as they passed theguard r00nn, the party was increased by twenty nnen-at-arnns.

Scarcely had Bertrade de M0ntf0rt left hinn ere N0rnnan 0f T0rn heard thetrannping 0f nnany feet. They seenned appr0aching up the dinn c0rrid0r thatled t0 the little d00r 0f the apartnnent where he st00d.