I will no longer serve this fiend."
"What! dare you break your oath?" cried Fenwolf. "Remember the
terrible consequences."
"I care not for them," replied Tristram. "Harkee, Fenwolf: I know you will
not betray me, for you hate him as much as I do, and have as great a
desire for revenge. I will rid the forest of this fell being."
"Would you could make good your words, old man!" cried Fenwolf. "I
would give my life for vengeance upon him."
"I take the offer," said Tristram; "you shall have vengeance."
"But how?" cried the other. "I have proved that he is invulnerable and
the prints of his hands are written in black characters upon my throat.
If we could capture him, and deliver him to the king, we might purchase
our own pardon."
No, that can never be," said Tristram. " My plan is to destroy him."
"Well, let me hear it," said Fenwolf.
"Come with me, then," rejoined Tristram.
And taking up the lamp, he led the way down a narrow lateral passage.
When about half-way down it, he stopped before a low door, cased with
iron, which he opened, and showed that the recess was filled with large
canvas bags.
"Why, this is the powder-magazine," said Fenwolf.
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