As I entered the strange hiding-place, Mistress Nancy looked eagerly towards me as if expecting danger, but I quickly dispelled her fears, and a few minutes later we were all eating such fare as Uncle Anthony had been able to provide. Little was said during the meal; all of us were apprehensive of danger, and, when we had eaten, the old man led me into the chapel. "I can guess much," he said, "perchance you will wish to tell me more." I hesitated, for in truth I wot not how much to tell. I knew next to nothing of the story-teller, who led such a strange existence. Who was the man who masqueraded one day as a traveling droll, and the next as hermit? Moreover, how came he to know my name? That he was a man possessed of great powers of penetration was easily to be seen, and I felt almost afraid as he fixed his keen gray eyes upon me. I looked from the window and saw three horsemen coming along the road we had travelled, and pointed towards them. "The Killigrews," I said. "Yes, but they will not come here." He spoke with certainty, and I could not help believing that he told the truth. "Who are you, Uncle Anthony?" I asked. "A friend of the oppressed, and one who never forgets a kindness," he replied. "Have you powers more than is ordinarily possessed by men?" "There be those who have eyes, and see, and there be those who have eyes and see not. I see." "How know you what my name is?" He smiled. "Is the name of Trevanion an obscure one? Are the features of the Trevanions unknown? Cornwall is not a large county, and there be those who know it well." "But you knew not when we entered Endellion together." "There be those who, in hours of quiet thought, recall impressions once made. There be those who can search the human heart, and read the mind." "Such powers belong only to the God who made us," I replied. "There be those to whom God speaks. Those who dream dreams and see visions." I looked at him questioningly, but I could read nothing in his face; when I looked into his eyes my own fell, even as the hands of a feeble swordsman fall before those of his master. "If you know all, what need is there for me to tell you?" I stammered. "No man knows all," he replied. "But I have seen the face of the Lady Nancy Molesworth. I have looked into her soul and seen its weariness and sorrow. I know the hopes of the Killigrews. I looked into your heart, and knew that your life was linked unto hers. I wrote the word 'Roche' on that piece of paper, and have waited for your coming." "And beyond that?" "Beyond that, nothing certain." I debated with myself whether I should tell him everything, but I was afraid and held my peace. "Have you naught to tell me, Roger Trevanion?" he said presently. "I had heard of the maid's imprisonment at Endellion," I replied, "and I determined to set her at liberty." Then I described to him what had happened as I have here written it down. "But what is the end to be?"