"That giddiness again," cried the King, with a sigh. "The doctor is right. Early to-morrow morning, then, gentlemen," he said, with a peculiar smile. "Leoni is king now, and reigns in our stead. I like not his palace, but we shall be safe here." The evening passed on. Leoni was with the King in his chamber, and Denis and Saint Simon were seated gloomily together in their humble room, and the latter was from time to time sipping and making wry faces over a stoup of the bitterest, sourest, harshest cider that was ever drawn from tub, when there was the loud clattering of horses upon the road coming at a sharp trot; and as the young men sprang to their feet a loud command was heard, which was followed by the stamping and shuffling of hoofs as a troop of horsemen drew rein shortly in front of the little inn. "Caught!" said Saint Simon abruptly, and his hand sought the hilt of his sword, while Denis followed his example, just as the door was thrown open and Leoni rushed in. "The King's guards," he cried, "and resistance will be in vain. Gentlemen, I am ready to give my life, as you are yours; but even if we die for our master's sake, what then? We should only leave him a prisoner in Henry's hands, to bear the brunt of his trouble all alone." "You mean that we must surrender?" cried Denis angrily. "Yes," said Leoni, looking at him fixedly, and with a smile upon his lips, "and I give you good counsel. It must be so. Hah!" he whispered harshly, as he caught the boy by the breast. "Hark!" He loosed his hold, stepped lightly as a cat to the window, and peered through a tiny opening in the partly fastened window-shutter, to make out dimly a little crowd of horses and men in the cloudy night. But his ears made up for the want of penetration of his eyes, for just then a sharp order rang out and the horses, which had been taking their turns to lower their muzzles to the water in the long trough in front of the inn, raised them, dripping, and a couple of minutes later the troop was in motion again, with the hoofs of the chargers rattling and gradually dying out upon the road. Denis was in the act of drawing a long deep breath of relief, hardly believing that they had escaped, when their host appeared at the door. "The King's men, gentlemen," he said, "from Windsor; but it was only to give their horses water," he added sadly. "They would not come in to drink, and I expect," he continued dolefully, "when I go to look I shall find the trough empty, and an hour's work before me to fill it from the well. But they are the King's men, gentlemen; any other travellers would have paid, as you do, gentlemen, generously and well." "Let me pay, then, for this," cried Denis, light-hearted as he was at the thoughts of their escape, and he slipped a broad piece of silver into the man's hand, sending him on his way rejoicing.