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The friar had thrown hack his cowl, and disclosed features of appalling hideousness, lighted up by a diabolical grin. "You here!" cried Fenwolf. "You doubted me," rejoined Herne, "but I never desert a follower. Besides, I wish to show the royal Harry that my power is equal to his own." "But how are we to get out of this dungeon?" asked Fenwolf, gazing round apprehensively.
Upon leaning what they sought, he told them that Morgan Fenwolf dwelt in a small cottage by the river-side not far from the bridge, and if it pleased them, he would guide them to it himself an offer which they gladly accepted. "Do you know anything of this Fenwolf?" asked Surrey, as they proceeded on their way. "Nothing particular," replied Bryan, with some hesitation.
"Methinks I should have better earned your grace's bounty if I had let the hart work his will," said Fenwolf, reluctantly receiving the coin. "How, fellow?" cried the cardinal, knitting his brows. "Nay, I mean no offence," replied Fenwolf; "but the rumour goes that your grace and the Lady Anne are not well affected towards each other."
"I suppose your lordship is returning to the castle?" said Fenwolf. "No," replied Surrey. "My attendants are waiting for me at the Garter, and if you will accompany me thither, I will bestow a cup of good ale upon you to recruit you after the fright you have undergone."
But no corresponding effect was produced on the stranger, for he scarcely bestowed a look upon her. Morgan Fenwolf hastily asked whether her grandsire was at home, or near at hand, and being answered in the negative, appeared much disappointed. He then said that he must borrow the skiff for a short while, as he wished to visit some nets on the lake.
At length, he paused at the foot of a large hollow tree. "I have ascertained," he said, "that this tree stands immediately over the magazine; and by following this rabbit's burrow, I have contrived to make a small entrance into it. A hollow reed introduced through the hole, and filled with powder, will be sure to reach the store below." "An excellent ideal," replied Fenwolf.
While contemplating this scene Wyat heard footsteps in one of the lateral passages, and presently afterwards Morgan Fenwolf made his appearance. "So you are come round at last, Sir Thomas," observed the keeper, in a slightly sarcastic tone. "What has ailed me?" asked Wyat, in surprise. "You have had a fever for three days," returned Fenwolf, "and have been raving like a madman."
When Herne comes hack, I will fire the train." "There is much hazard in the scheme, and I fear it will fail," replied Fenwolf, after a pause, "nevertheless, I will assist you." "Then, let us go to work at once," said Tristram, "for we have no time to lose. Herne will be here before midnight, and I should like to have all ready for him."
Proceeding in this way, they gained a road leading from Blacknest, when, from behind a large oak, the trunk of which had concealed him from view, Morgan Fenwolf started forth, and planted himself in their path. The gear of the proscribed keeper was wild and ragged, his locks matted and disordered, his demeanour savage, and his whole appearance forbidding and alarming.
But she returned a peremptory refusal. "She shall not stir an inch!" cried the falconer. "It is thou, Morgan Fenwolf, who must go with me. Thou art a proscribed felon, and thy life is forfeit to the king. Yield thee, dog, as my prisoner!" "Thy prisoner!" echoed Fenwolf scornfully. "It would take three such as thou art to make me captive!
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