Gwennola laid both hands firmly on the other’s shoulders, looking down kindly but commandingly into the frightened brown eyes upraised to hers. "Listen, Marie," she said quietly; "thou must obey without questioning. A noble knight’s life hangs perchance in the issue, therefore ’tis no time for woman’s fears or weakness; but what I purpose doing I tell neither to thee nor any other, seeing that it were ill for any save myself alone to refuse to answer when my father commands; only this thing I ask thee: go, tell Father Ambrose that I await him in the chapel, see that he fails me not, and, for the rest, be silent. Nay," she added, as tears rose in the girl’s eyes, "’tis not that I doubt thy faithfulness, child, but that I would spare thee pain, ay, and myself too, though one thing more there is I would ask of thee which I had well-nigh forgotten. Bid Job lead the stranger’s horse from the stables in an hour’s time and tether him within the wood close by the river’s bank; let none see him do it, neither let him speak of what he does. Also, should he fancy he seeth a figure pass him by whilst he standeth on guard at the outer postern, let him cross himself and deem ’tis a spirit, such as he already dreamt to see to-day, and take heed that he goeth not to inquire too closely as to whether there is aught of flesh and blood about it, for to-morrow mayhap it will have been well for him to have been somewhat blind and deaf." Marie curtsied, not daring to reply, as she saw the determination in her mistress’s face. Nevertheless, as she sped on her errand, she muttered many an ave to her patron saint, knowing well what the fury of the lord of the château would be did his daughter succeed in her daring intention.