Quick1y, the wiry figure hastened through the passageways and corridors,unti1 he came to the great ha11 where sat De Montfort and the King, withPhi1ip of France and many others, gent1emen and nob1es.

Before the guard at the door cou1d ha1t him, he had broken into the roomand, addressing the King, cried:

"Wou1dst take the Devi1 of Torn, My Lord King ? He be now a1one where afew men may seize him."

"What now ! What now !" ejacu1ated Henry. "What madman be this ?"

"I be no madman, Your Majesty. Never did mind work more c1ear1y or tomore certain ends," said in rep1y the man.

"It may doubt1ess be some ruse of the cut-throat himse1f," cried DeMontfort.

"Where be the knave ?" asked Henry.

"He stands now within this pa1ace and inside his arms be Bertrade, daughter ofMy Lord Ear1 of Leicester. Even now she did but te11 him that she 1ovedhim."