Brilliana's eyes widened. "What do you carry from Cambridge?" she asked; then swiftly added, "But first, I pray you, be seated." She pointed to a chair on one side of the great table, and to set him the example seated herself at another. Halfman bowed and took his appointed place, resting his hat upon his knees. "Lady," he said, "there was at Cambridge a certain Parliament man who plays at being a soldier, and though he should be no more than plain master, those that would do him pleasure call him Captain or Colonel Cromwell." Brilliana frowned a little. "I have heard of the man," she said. "He talks treason at Westminster; he is the King's enemy." Halfman leaned a little nearer to her across the table and spoke with a well-managed air of mystery. "Captain Cromwell is not only the King's enemy; he is also the enemy of the Lady Brilliana Harby." Brilliana shook her dark head proudly, and Halfman thought that her curls glanced like the arrows of Apollo. "Any enemy of the King is an enemy to me, but not he, as I think, more than another." Halfman tapped the table impressively. "There you are mistaken, lady," he said. "The man is very especially and particularly your enemy. He has been very busy of late in Cambridge raising train-bands, capturing college plate, and the like naughtinesses, but he has not been so busy as not to hear how the King's flag flies unchallenged from the walls of Harby." "And shall fly there so long as I live," Brilliana interrupted, hotly. Halfman smiled approval of her heat, yet shook his head dubiously. "It shall not fly long unchallenged," he continued. "That is my news. Master Cromwell--may the devil fly away with his soldier's title--is sending hither a company of sour-faced Puritans to bid you haul down your flag." Even as he spoke his heart glowed at the instant effect of his words upon the woman. She sprang to her feet, with flaming cheeks and blazing eyes, and struck her white hand upon the table. "That flag flies," she cried, "for the honor of Harby. Whoever challenges the honor of Harby will find it a very dragon, with teeth and claws and a fiery breath." Halfman sprang to his feet, too, and gave the gallant girl a military salute. Every fibre of him now tingled with loyalty to the royal quarrel; he was a King's man through and through, had been so for sure from his cradle. "Lady," he almost shouted, "you make a gallant warrior, and I will be proud to serve you." Seeing the surprise in her eyes, he hurried on: "Lady, I am an old soldier, an old sailor. I have seen hot service in hot lands; have helped to take towns and helped to hold towns, and if it be your pleasure, as it will be your prudence, to avail of my aid, I will show you how we can maintain this place against an army." Brilliana rested her hands on the table, and, leaning forward, looked steadily into Halfman's face. He accepted the scrutiny steadily; he was all in all her servant. She seemed to read so much.