"It passeth my understanding," said the jongleur. "But we had best go swiftly." He turned to the strange knight, "Are we prisoners, Messer?" "Yes." Nothing more was said, and the comrades left the ship, swordless and surrounded by the sergeants. They were not bound, and their passage through the camp was unnoticed in the bustle of the morning's occupations. But when they entered the pavilion of Boniface a changed atmosphere confronted them. On a dais sat the Marquis, with Dandolo on his right and the Young Alexius--scrawny, furtive-eyed--on his left. Comnenus stood behind the chair of Alexius, and the chief barons of the host were ranged on either hand. Every face was stern and threatening, save only Villehardouin's. The Marshal looked worried and perplexed. The comrades were marched to the foot of the dais, and halted there in the midst of their guards. "At the request of His Grace the Doge, I have placed the disposition of your case in his hands," said Boniface coldly. "He tells me he hath had some responsibility for your presence here." "Nay, my fair lord," interposed Villehardouin. "It is no more than truth that I first suggested to these two that they should accompany the Crusade. And they have formed a part of my company since they joined us." Boniface waved his hand. "No doubt, Lord Marshal. But the Doge knows whereof he speaks. Let be, I pray you." Villehardouin stepped back. He had done what he could. There was an instant's silence. Dandolo sat bolt upright, his eyes staring over the prisoners' heads, a scroll of parchment in his hand. Suddenly he extended the scroll to Hugh. "What make you of this?" he asked abruptly. Hugh took the parchment and unrolled it. It was dated at Corfu the day previous and addressed to: "The Most Holy Apostle, Innocent, Pope of Rome, Apostolic Vicar," and it was signed Hugh de Chesby. Its contents purported to be a report of the dissensions in the host and concluded with a recommendation for action by the Pope to divert the Crusade from Constantinople. Hugh read it blankly, scarce comprehending what the situation implied. "But--but--I know naught of this," he said dazedly. "It is signed with your name--so the clerks say," answered Dandolo. "I did not write it." "You have had clerkly training?" "Yes, but----" Dandolo cut him off with a gesture and addressed Villehardouin. "This young lord has performed clerkly services for you, has he not, Lord Marshal?" "Yes, Your Grace," replied the Marshal reluctantly. Dandolo levelled his blind old eyes full upon Hugh's face.