Fenwolf,
who had been only slightly disturbed, looked up, and seeing Tristram in
his former position, which he had resumed when Mabel commenced her
task, again disposed himself to slumber.
Waiting till she was assured of the soundness of his repose, Mabel
crept from under the table, signed to Tristram to remain where he was,
and glided with swift and noiseless footsteps down the passage leading
to the cell.
In a moment, she was at the door--the key was in the lock--and she
stood before Sir Thomas Wyat.
A few words sufficed to explain to the astonished knight how she came
there, and comprehending that not a moment was to be lost, he
followed her forth.
In the passage, they held a brief consultation together in a low tone, as
to the best means of escape, for they deemed it useless to apply to
Tristram. The outlet with which Sir Thomas Wyat was acquainted lay
on the other side of the cavern; nor did he know how to discover the
particular passage leading to it.
As to Mabel, she could offer no information, but she knew that the
stable lay in an adjoining passage.
Recollecting, from former experience, how well the steeds were
trained, Sir Thomas Wyat eagerly caught at the suggestion, and Mabel
led him farther down the passage, and striking off through an opening
on the left, brought him, after a few turns, to a large chamber, in which
two or three black horses were kept.
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