bit, an ear to begin with. A man waits without, give him thy
instructions to thy people. Farewell!"

And the young bully strolled into the next cell, which was
Martin's, a keeper opening the door and shutting it upon him until
the signal was given to reopen it; for Drogo did not wish the
coming conversation to be overheard.

"So I have got thee at last?"

"Thou hast my body."

"It is a comfort that it is a body which can be made to pine, to
feel, to suffer."

"I am in God's hands, not thine."

"I advise thee not to look for help to so distant a quarter.
Martin! I have always hated thee, both at Kenilworth and Walderne.
Revenge is a morsel fit for the gods."

"What hast thou to revenge?"

"Didst thou not plot to oust me of mine inheritance, the night
before the doting old woman died up above? It cost her her life."

"For which thou must answer to God."

"Nay, thine hand, not mine, administered it. Ha! ha! ha!"