to the wicket, darted through, and called her by name. Instantly she
stood stock still, notwithstanding a vicious kick in the ribs from
Eccles, not unseen of Heywood. Enraged at the fellow's insolence, he
dealt him a sudden blow that stretched him at the mare's feet,
vaulted into the saddle, and had reached the outer gate before he
had recovered himself. The sleepy porter had just let him through,
when the warder's signal to let no one out reached him. Richard
turned with a laugh.

'When next you catch a roundhead,' he said, 'keep him;' and giving
Lady the rein, galloped off, leaving the porter staring after him
through the bars like a half-roused wild beast.

Not doubting the rumour of open hostilities, the warder's design had
been to secure the mare, and pretend she had run away, for a good
horse was now more precious than ever.

The earl's study was over the gate, and as he suffered much from
gout and slept ill, he not unfrequently sought refuge in the
night-watches with his friends Chaucer, Gower, and Shakspere.

Richard drew rein at the last point whence the castle would have
been visible in the daytime. All he saw was a moving light. The
walls whence it shone were one day to be as the shell around the
kernel of his destiny.