"Ye may not go to Holywood," said Dick.

"How! May not?" asked the knight.

"Look ye, Sir Daniel, this is my marriage morn," said Dick; "and

yon sun that is to rise will make the brightest day that ever shone

for me. Your life is forfeit--doubly forfeit, for my father's

death and your own practices to meward. But I myself have done

amiss; I have brought about men's deaths; and upon this glad day I

will be neither judge nor hangman. An ye were the devil, I would

not lay a hand on you. An ye were the devil, ye might go where ye

will for me. Seek God's forgiveness; mine ye have freely. But to

go on to Holywood is different. I carry arms for York, and I will

suffer no spy within their lines. Hold it, then, for certain, if

ye set one foot before another, I will uplift my voice and call the

nearest post to seize you."

"Ye mock me," said Sir Daniel. "I have no safety out of Holywood."

"I care no more," returned Richard. "I let you go east, west, or

south; north I will not. Holywood is shut against you. Go, and

seek not to return. For, once ye are gone, I will warn every post

about this army, and there will be so shrewd a watch upon all

pilgrims that, once again, were ye the very devil, ye would find it

ruin to make the essay."

"Ye doom me," said Sir Daniel, gloomily.

"I doom you not," returned Richard. "If it so please you to set

your valour against mine, come on; and though I fear it be disloyal

to my party, I will take the challenge openly and fully, fight you

with mine own single strength, and call for none to help me. So

shall I avenge my father, with a perfect conscience."

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