St. George for EnglandHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
History
St. George for England
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
Great Britain -- History -- Edward III, 1327-1377 -- Fiction
When the bar was once ready for removal the captives delayed not a
minute, for although it was now so late that there was little chance
of a visit being paid them, it was just possible that such might be the
case, and that it might occur to the knight that it would be safer to
separate them.
“Now, Ralph, do you go first, since I am lighter and can climb up by
means of the strap, which you can hold from above; push the bar out and
lay it down quietly on the thickness of the wall. A splash might attract
the attention of the sentries, though I doubt whether it would, for the
wind is high and the rain falling fast. Unbuckle the strap before you
move the bar, as otherwise it might fall and I should have difficulty in
handing it to you again. Now, I am steady against the wall.”
Ralph seized the bar and with a great effort pushed the bottom from him.
It moved through the groove without much difficulty, but it needed a
great wrench to free the upper end. However, it was done, and laying
it quietly down he pulled himself up and thrust himself through the
loophole. It was a desperate struggle to get through, for it was only
just wide enough for his head to pass, and he was so squarely built that
his body with difficulty followed. The wall was four feet wide, and as
the loophole widened considerably without, there was, when he had once
passed through from the inside, space enough for him to kneel down and
lower one end of the strap to Walter. The latter speedily climbed up,
and getting through the slit with much less trouble than Ralph had
experienced--for although in height and width of shoulder he was his
equal, he was less in depth than his follower--he joined him in the
opening; Ralph sitting with his feet in the water in order to make room
for him.
The dungeon was upon the western side of the castle, and consequently
the stream would be with them in making for shore. It was pitch dark,
but they knew that the distance they would have to swim could not exceed
forty or fifty yards.
“Keep along close by the wall, Ralph, if we once get out in the stream
we might lose our way; we will skirt the wall until it ends, then there
is a cut, for as you saw when we entered, the moat runs right across
this neck. If we keep a bit farther down and then land, we shall be
fairly beyond the outworks.”
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