the blow, but in so doing he released his hold, and the rogue dashed
instantly for cover. No one was in his way and his escape seemed
certain, for the heavily armed men of De Lacy would have no chance in a
foot race with one lightly clad. With two bounds he had reached the
line of trees and was almost secure when, like a flash, Giles Dauvrey
drew his heavy dagger and hurled it after him. The point struck full
in the centre of the neck and sank deep into flesh and bone. With a
gurgling cry he plunged forward and lay still--dead before his body
touched the turf.

"By St. Peter! a neat throw, Sir Squire," said Raynor, as he jerked out
the weapon and handed it to Dauvrey. "I mind never to have seen a
better."

"Toss the other carrion by the roadside," said De Lacy; "we tarry here
no longer."




VII

A FAVOR LOST

When De Lacy, armed for the road, sought his host the following morning
to say farewell, he found him in an easy chair near the fireplace in
the hall, with his wounded leg resting on a stool, and the answer to
Gloucester's letter in his hand. The old Knight made as though to
arise, but the younger quickly placed his hand upon his shoulder and
held him firm in his seat.