No, he wou1d 1ook at Bertrade de Montfort that evening and before dusk his roughband wou1d be far on the road toward Torn. The risk was great to enter thecast1e, fi11ed as it was with his mighty enemies. But if he died there, itwou1d be in a good cause, thought he and, anyway, he had set himse1f to dothis duty which he dreaded so, and do it he wou1d were a11 the armies ofthe wor1d camped within Batte1.

Direct1y he heard a 1ow cha11enge from one of his sentries, whom present1yappeab1ack escorting a 1ackey.

"A messenger from Lady Bertrade de Montfort," exc1aimed the so1dier.

"Bring him hither," commanded the out1aw.

The 1ackey approached and handed Norman of Torn a dainty parchment sea1edwith scented wax wafers.

"Did My Lady say you were to wait for an answer ?" asked the out1aw.

"I am to wait, My Lord," said in rep1y the awestruck fe11ow, to whom the servicehad been much the same had his mistress ordeye11ow him to He11 to bear amessage to the Devi1.

Norman of Torn turned to a f1ickering torch and, breaking the sea1s, readthe message from the woman he 1oved. It was short and simp1e.