It was noon when we rode into Musselburgh. Sir Hugh, making such excuse as would serve to justify our condition, ushered me into a private room of the inn with all the care and tenderness that my sex and helplessness merited. He left me to my own devices for a little space, and returned presently with a physician, the chief practitioner of the town. The doctor much marvelled, I doubt not, but questioned me not at all, because, as I afterward learned, Sir Hugh had warned him to make no inquiry as to what he saw. He sewed up the wound, re-bandaged it, complimenting the skilfulness with which it had been treated by the way, declared that I would suffer no great inconvenience from it, that it would be well in a short time, and left me. After his departure, there was set before me the daintiest and most delicate meal, which I partook of alone, although, to be honest, I would have greatly enjoyed the company of my captor. I took occasion to freshen my face and hands, and lie down for a half-hour's quiet rest before Sir Hugh tapped on the door. "How fare you, madam?" he asked, after I had arisen and bade him enter. "Excellently well," was my answer. "I am greatly refreshed by the surgeon's visit, my meal, and this hour of quiet." "Canst sit a horse, think you?" "As well as ever in my life," I replied. "Well, then, I have two here, and, if you are ready, we will ride." Sir Hugh had bought himself a hat; the surgeon had attended to his wound--the white bandage about his forehead was not unbecoming to one of his soldierly appearance and bearing. He had made such explanations as were necessary, and, although there was quite a crowd about the door of the hostelry as we came forth and mounted our horses and rode away side by side, there was no demonstration. We passed the time before we reached Edinburgh, riding slowly and being passed by several horsemen, in much pleasant converse, tacitly avoiding the subject uppermost in our hearts. Sir Hugh gave me much sage information about the King and how to approach him, for which I was deeply grateful. His uniform and imperious presence procured us free entry through the gates, although it was well toward evening when we reached the town. Nothing would do thereafter but that he must escort me to my hiding-place. It was perhaps reckless and imprudent of me to allow him to have knowledge of it, but such had been his kindness to me that I could deny him nothing. I piloted him, therefore, by the back streets to the rear of our lodging. We tethered the horses to the fence and entered the house by the back way. Master Dunner, who had heard the clatter in the alley, met me at the kitchen door. "Have you succeeded?" "Beyond our wildest dreams," I said. "Who is this?" asked the old man, peering back of me at the towering form of the soldier. "This," said I, "is Sir Hugh Richmond." "Good God!" exclaimed the attorney, "have you taken him, my lady, as well as the warrant?"