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He flung the door to, and ran the oak bar through the staples.

“Brother, we are trapped! I took the first of them and pitched him into the moat.”

He shook his shaggy head, and looked round the hall. Aymery was buckling on his sword.

“There is the garden bridge,” he said. “We can make a dash for it.”

“Away, then; they are wading the moat, and climbing the palisade.”

Aymery pushed in front of Grimbald as they hurried down a narrow passage-way that led from the hall and the kitchen quarters into the garden.

“I go first, brother,” he said. “I have my steel coat; a stab in the dark might find your heart.”

Grimbald passed a huge arm about Aymery as they went.

“Lad, what is that to me!”

They came out into the garden, and stood for a moment listening. They could hear Gaillard’s men beating in the door of the hall, but towards the garden everything seemed quiet.

Aymery laid a hand on Grimbald’s arm.

“If one of us is taken, brother, let not the other tarry. Remember Denise.”

Grimbald understood him.