"They have not discovered our flight," Ralph said at last, "or they would have passed long before this.Sir Phillip doubtless imagines that we are drowned.The water was within a few inches of the sill when we started, and must soon have flooded the dungeon; and did he trouble to look in the morning, which is unlikely enough seeing that he would be sure of our fate, he would be unable to descend the stairs, and could not reach to the door, and so discover that the bar had been removed.No; whatever his motive may have been in compassing my death, he is doubtless satisfied that he has attained it, and we need have no further fear of pursuit from him.The rain has ceased, and I think that it will be a fine night; we will walk on, and if we come across a barn will make free to enter it, and stripping off our clothing to dry, will sleep in the hay, and pursue our journey in the morning.From our travel-stained appearance any who may meet us will take us for two wayfarers going to take service in the army at Amiens."It was not until nearly midnight that they came upon such a place as they sought, then after passing a little village they found a shed standing apart.Entering it they found that it was tenanted by two cows.Groping about they presently came upon a heap of forage, and taking off their outer garments lay down on this, covering themselves thickly with it.The shed was warm and comfortable and they were soon asleep, and awaking at daybreak they found that their clothes had dried somewhat.The sun was not yet up when they started, but it soon rose, and ere noon their garments had dried, and they felt for the first time comfortable.They met but few people on the road, and these passed them with ordinary salutations.
They had by this time left Amiens on the right, and by nightfall were well on their way towards Calais.Early in the morning they had purchased some bread at a village through which they passed; Walter's Norman-French being easily understood, and exciting no surprise or suspicion.At nightfall they slept in a shed within a mile of the ruins of the castle of Pres, and late next evening entered the English encampment at New Town.After going to his tent, where he and Ralph changed their garments and partook of a hearty meal, Walter proceeded to the pavilion of the prince, who hailed his entrance with the greatest surprise.
"Why Sir Walter," he exclaimed, "what good saint has brought you here? Ihave but an hour since received a message from the Count of Evreux to the effect that you were a prisoner in the bands of Sir Phillip de Holbeaut, with whom I must treat for your ransom.I was purporting to send off a herald tomorrow to ask at what sum he held you; and now you appear in flesh and blood before us! But first, before you tell us your story, I must congratulate you on your gallant defence of the Castle of Pres, which is accounted by all as one of the most valiant deeds of the war.When two days passed without a messenger from you coming hither, I feared that you were beleaguered, and started that evening with six hundred men-at-arms.We arrived at daybreak to finding only a smoking ruin.Luckily among the crowd of dead upon the breach we found one of your men-at-arms who still breathed, and after some cordial had been given him, and his wounds stanched, he was able to tell us the story of the siege.But it needed not his tale to tell us how staunchly you had defended the castle, for the hundreds of dead who lay outside of the walls, and still more the mass who piled the breach, and the many who lay in the castle-yard spoke for themselves of the valour with which the castle had been defended.As the keep was gutted by fire, and the man could tell us nought of what had happened after he bad been stricken down at the breach, we knew not whether you and your brave garrison had perished in the flames.We saw the penthouse beneath which they had laboured to cut through the wall, but the work had ceased before the holes were large enough for entry, and we hoped that you might have seen that further resistance was in vain, and have made terms for your lives; indeed we heard from the country people that certain prisoners had been taken to Amiens.I rested one day at Pres, and the next rode back here, and forthwith despatched a herald to the Count of Evreux at Amiens asking for news of the garrison; but now he has returned with word that twenty- four men-at-arms and fifty-eight archers are prisoners in the count's hands, and that he is ready to exchange them against an equal number of French prisoners; but that you, with a man-at-arms, were in the keeping of Sir Phillip of Holbeaut, with whom I must treat for your ransom.
And now tell me how it is that I see you here.Has your captor, confiding in your knightly word to send him the sum agreed upon, allowed you to return? Tell me the sum and my treasurer shall tomorrow pay it over to a herald, who shall carry it to Holbeaut.""Thanks, your Royal Highness, for your generosity," Walter replied, "but there is no ransom to be paid."And he then proceeded to narrate the incidents of his captivity at Holbeaut and his escape from the castle.His narration was frequently interrupted by exclamations of surprise and indignation from the prince and knights present.
"Well, this well-nigh passes all belief," the prince exclaimed when he had concluded."It is an outrage upon all laws of chivalry and honour.What could have induced this caitiff knight, instead of treating you with courtesy and honour until your ransom arrived, to lodge you in a foul dungeon, where, had you not made your escape, your death would have been brought about that very night by the rising water? Could it be, think you, that his brain is distraught by some loss or injury which may have befallen him at our hands during the war and worked him up to a blind passion of hatred against all Englishmen?""I think not that, your Royal Highness," Walter replied."His manner was cool and deliberate, and altogether free from any signs of madness.
