into the yard, mounted, and rode quietly away.

He had escaped, but without much credit to himself.

"There was no key in the door," he thought. "I should have noticed it.
Misset, the man of resources, would have tilted a chair backwards
against that door with its top bar wedged beneath the door handle."
Certainly Wogan needed Misset if he was to succeed in his endeavour. He
was sunk in humiliation; his very promise to rescue the Princess shrank
from its grandeur and became a mere piece of impertinence. But he still
had his letter in his pocket, and in time that served to enhearten him.
Only two more days, he thought. On the third night he would sleep in
Schlestadt.




CHAPTER VI


The next afternoon Wogan came to the town of Ulm.

"Gaydon," he said to himself as he watched its towers and the smoke
curling upwards from its chimneys, "would go no further to-day with this
letter in his pocket. Gaydon--the cautious Gaydon--would sleep in this
town and in its most populous quarter. Gaydon would put up at the
busiest inn. Charles Wogan will follow Gaydon's example."

Wogan rode slowly through the narrow streets of gabled houses until he
came to the market square. The square was frequented; its great fountain