your arms; you are to come forth.' Was this God calling to me? I did not think of the pains of death; I only remembered the after-joy of seeing Him. I found the rope, and the loop thereof, which I set under mine arms. `Cry out when you are ready,' saith he. I cried, and he slung me up. Can I tell you what pain it was? The light--the sweet summer light of heaven--was become torture; and I could neither stand nor walk. `Ha!' saith he, when he saw this, `you have not grown stronger. How liked you Little Ease?'--`I like what God liketh for me,' I made answer. He looked on me somewhat scornfully. `Methinks you be but half rocked yet,' saith he. `Maybe you shall come back. Matt!' At the shout an under-gaoler came forth of a door. `Take thou this fellow by the arm,' saith he. `We shall be like to bear him.' Himself took mine other arm, and so, more borne than walking, I reached the hall of the Palace. Here they took me into a little light chamber, suffered me to wash, and gave me clean garments, to my great ease. Then they sat me down at a table, and set before me a mess of sodden meat, with bread and drink, and bade me to eat well. I thought I was going afore the Bishop for sentence. But, to my surprise, they let me alone; locked me into the chamber, and there left me. This chamber had a barred window, looking out on the Palace court, in the midst whereof was a round of green grass. I cannot set in words the exquisite delight that window gave me. The green grass and the blue sky--I could never tire of them. Here they fed me well three times in the day; and at night I lay on a mattress, which was softer to me then than I ever felt afore a bed of down. When at last I was strong enough to ride, I was set on an horse, and his bridle tied to the horse of the Sheriff's man. So we rade away from Woburn, twenty or more in company. This time I saw we went south. At the last (I will not essay to tell you with what feelings), I knew we were nearing London. I wonder where were you, beloved, that even that I rade in at Aldgate? I looked longingly down the Minories, but I could see no familiar face." "Why, Robin dear, what even was it?" said Isoult. "How shall I tell thee, sweet mother, when I know not yet what even is this?" said he, and smiled. "It was fifteen weeks from to-day, saving three days." "There is a sum!" said Mr Underhill. "Jack, whether can thou or I do it? Fifteen--two thirty-ones and a thirty--saving three--the 5th of October, I make it." "I think so," assented John. "October!" said Robin, still smiling. "I fancied it earlier. It is January, then, now? I thought we were not past Christmas. Well, through the City went we, and into Newgate, where, as afore, I was lodged alone." "Newgate!" cried Mr Underhill. "And how doth mine old friend Alisaunder, and my most gentlest mistress his wife?"