"Thou knowest that fathers' hearts can break," she said. "Our first
King Henry fell senseless when his son was lost."

"What fearest thou, Lady De Aldithely?" asked Hugo.

"Treachery," was the answer. "There is some one within the castle walls
who will ere long betray us."

Hugo was silent a while. He was old for his years, very daring, and
fond of adventure. And he loved Lady De Aldithely not only for her
kindness to him, but for the attention she had given to Fleetfoot. At
last he spoke. "I have a plan. But, perchance, thou mistakest and there
is no traitor within the walls."

Lady De Aldithely looked at him quickly. "Nay, I am not mistaken," she
said.

"Then this is my plan," announced Hugo. "Josceline and I be alike. I
will personate him. In a week Fleetfoot will be quite recovered. We
will go forth. They who watch will think they see Josceline and pursue
me. I will lead them a merry chase, I warrant thee."

"But, my boy!" cried Lady De Aldithely. "What wild plan is this? Thou
lead such evil men a merry chase? Speak rather of the dove leading the
hawk a merry chase."

"Even so I will lead them," declared Hugo. "If they catch me, they
shall do well."

Lady De Aldithely smiled at the boyish presumption. "My poor lad!" she