As they reached the archway, Ben stopped short, drew his sword, said a few words in a sharp tone, and marched off, with Sam Rogers keeping step; while a muttering of voices told of how strangely matters had turned out according to old Ben's prophecy, for, on turning to see what it meant, Roy saw down through one of the narrow windows that the whole of the household had turned out to do likewise. But there was no giggling and laughing, for the women seemed to be impressed, and the men-servants were shaking their heads and talking together earnestly about the evil times that had come. Another sound made Roy turn sharply in the other direction to see his mother approaching. "Then you have begun, my son," she said, gravely. "Yes, mother. The sentry was set, after a long talk with Martlet." "You need not speak in that apologetic tone, my boy," said Lady Royland, quietly. "I see the necessity, and I am sure you are doing well. Now, come and tell me more of your plans." She led the way to the library, and as they entered Roy glanced towards the big oak table standing at one end; his eyes fixed themselves upon the small drawer, and he seemed to see a rusty old key lying there, one whose wards were shaping themselves plainly before his eyes, as he told of his arrangements with the old soldier. "Yes, you have begun well, Roy," said Lady Royland at last. "And what Martlet says is quite true." "But you would not dress up as he advises, mother?" protested Roy, rather bashfully. "Dress up? No, my boy; but I would put on such things as a cavalier and an officer would wear under such circumstances,--a gorget, sword, boots, hat and feathers, and the king's colours as a scarf. Why, Roy, your father would wear those in addition to his scarlet coat." "Yes, mother; but he is a soldier." "So are you now, Roy," said the dame, proudly. "And so must every man be who loves his king and country. Martlet is quite right, and I shall prepare your scarf and feathers with my own hands." "Why, mother," cried the boy, wonderingly, "how you have changed since even a short time ago." "So has our position, Roy, my son," she said, firmly. "Who's there?" The butler entered. "Benjamin Martlet would be glad, my lady, if Master Roy would come and give him his instructions, and, if you please, my lady, he wishes me to help." "And you will, I am sure, Grey?" "Oh, yes, my lady," said the man, eagerly; "but I was afraid your ladyship might be wanting something, and no one to answer the bell." "I want my servants, Grey, to help me to protect their master's interests while he is forced to be away in the service of the king. Can I count upon that help?" "Yes, my lady, to a man," cried the old servant, eagerly. "I thought so," said Lady Royland, smiling proudly. "You will go, then, Roy, and see what Martlet is to do."