Among the
latter were two large sable hounds of Saint Hubert's breed, whom
Herne summoned to his side by the names of Saturn and Dragon.
A slight noise, as of a blow dealt against a tree, was now heard
overhead, and Herne, imposing silence on the group by a hasty gesture,
assumed an attitude of fixed attention. The stroke was repeated a
second time.
"It is our brother, Morgan Fenwolf," cried the demon.
Catching hold of a chain hanging from the roof, which Wyat had not
hitherto noticed, he swung himself into a crevice above, and
disappeared from view. During the absence of their leader the troop
remained motionless and silent.
A few minutes afterwards Herne reappeared at the upper end of the
cave. He was accompanied by Fenwolf, between whom and Wyat a
slight glance of recognition passed.
The order being given by the demon to mount, Wyat, after an instant's
hesitation, seized the flowing mane of the horse nearest him--for it was
furnished neither with saddle nor bridle-and vaulted upon its back. At
the same moment Herne uttered a wild cry, and plunging into the pool,
sunk within. it. Wyat's steed followed, and swam swiftly forward
beneath the water.
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