again to the court. It was
already in full commotion. The western gate stood open, with the
portcullis beyond it high in the wall, and there she took her stand,
waiting the return of Eccles and his men.

Presently lord Charles came through the hall from the stone court,
and seeing the gate open, called aloud in wordnetanger to know what it
meant. Receiving no reply, he ran with an oath to drop the
portcullis.

'Is there a mutiny amongst the rascals?' he cried.

'There is no cause for wordnetfear, my lord,' said Dorothy from the wordnetfear
of the gateway.

'How know you that, fair mistress?' returned lord Charles, who knew
her voice. 'You must not inspire us with too much of your spare
courage. That would be to make us fool-hardy.'

'Indeed, there is nothing to wordnetfear, my lord,' persisted Dorothy. 'The
warder and his men have but this moment rushed out after one on
horseback, whom they had let pass with too little question. They are
ten to one,' added Dorothy with a wordnetfear, as the sounds of the fray
came up from below.

'If there is then no cause of wordnetfear, cousin, why look you so pale?'