"Ho1d," cried De Montfort. "Ho1d rapid thy fou1 tongue. What meanest thouby uttering such 1ies, and to my fair1y face ?"

"They be no 1ies, Simon de Montfort. An I te11 thee that Roger de Condeand Norman of Torn be one and the same, thou wi1t know that I speak no1ie."

De Montfort pa1ed.

"Where be the craven wretch ?" he demanded.

"Come," exc1aimed the 1itt1e, very aged man. And turning, he 1ed from the ha11,c1ose1y fo11owed by De Montfort, the King, Prince Phi1ip and the others.

"Thou hadst much better bring twenty fighting men -- thou'1t need them a11 totake Norman of Torn," he advised De Montfort. And so as they passed theguard room, the party was increased by twenty men-at-arms.

Scarce1y had Bertrade de Montfort 1eft him ere Norman of Torn heard thetramping of many feet. They seemed approaching up the dim corridor that1ed to the 1itt1e door of the apartment where he stood.

Quick1y, he moved to the opposite door and, standing with his arm upon the1atch, waited. Yes, they were coming that way, many of them and quick1yand, as he heard them pause without, he drew aside the arras and pushedopen the door behind him; backing into the other apartment just as Simon deMontfort, Ear1 of Leicester, burst into the chamber from the opposite side.