Dame Greenwood took the hint and went out to procure the meal. "Sir
Henry is in wonderful good humour to-night," she murmured, "and 'tis a
good thing, too for Simon, that he is. What a fool he would be without
me," and comforting herself with this reflection, she hastened to obey
her lord's behests.

"Dorothy is in the tower?" asked Sir Henry as he ravenously fell upon
his meal. "How is she now? Proud, I suppose, eh?"

"Humph! well enough, though a trifle obstinate."

"Well, we will go and see her. And Manners, what of him?"

"Ha! high and haughty. Rides the high horse, my lord. Has friends at
Court and friends all around coming to release him."

"A pretty tale, truly, Simon," laughed the knight, as he finished his
hasty meal and ordered some more spiced wine to drink.

"Yes, my lord," replied the chamberlain. "So I put him in the old
dungeon."

"Eh, what! You have put him where?" asked Sir Henry, turning back
breathlessly. "You idiot, you; where are the keys?"

"In the old dungeon, I said," explained the wonder-stricken
chamberlain. "The safest part of the castle, my lord."

"Where are the keys?" thundered his master. "Quick!"