disclose themselves ere long.

As the thought of unmanly violence against an imprisoned captive
came into his mind, by chance his hand came into contact with a
hard object in his pouch or gypsire. He drew it forth. It was the
key of Martin's dungeon.

"Oh, joy! Oh, good luck! It would take twelve smiths to force that
door--meanwhile Martin would die of starvation and thirst."

Should he send it back?

"No, no!"

He clutched that key with joy. He kissed it, he hugged it.

"I may perish in the battlefield, but he dies with me. Martin, thou
art mine. Thy doom is sealed, and all without design."

Thanks to the saints, if any there be, or rather to the opposite
powers.

We will not follow the royal army on its onward march to the seacoast,
where they hoped to secure the two Cinque Ports--Winchelsea and Pevensey,
so as to keep open their communications with the continent. How Peter of
Savoy, the then lord of the "Eagle," entertained them at the Norman
castle, which had arisen on the ruins of Anderida; how they sacked
Hamelsham and ravaged Herstmonceux. Then, finally, took up their quarters
at Lewes; the king, as became his piety, at the priory; the prince, as
became his youth, at the castle with John, Earl de Warrenne; to await the