"
"Set down the light, my son," cried the friar harshly, "and leave us; my
task will be easily accomplished."
Placing the lamp on the stone floor of the dungeon, the guard withdrew,
and locked the door after him.
"Do you repent, my son?" demanded the friar, as soon as they were
alone.
"Certes, I repent having put faith in a treacherous fiend, who has
deserted me-but that is all," replied Fenwolf, with his face turned to the
ground.
"Will you put faith in me, if I promise you deliverance?" demanded the
friar.
"You promise more than you can perform, as most of your brethren do,"
rejoined the other.
"You will not say so if you look up," said the friar.
Fenwolf started at the words, which were pronounced in a different
tone from that previously adopted by the speaker, and raised himself as
far as his bonds would permit him. 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.
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