few and not rising then. The light was behind Sapt and threw his figure into bold relief. The royal apartments looked out the other way; there were no lights in the windows this side the bridge, although beyond it the guards* lodgings and the servants* offices still showed a light here and there. Sapt waited till the eddies ceased. Then he heard the faintest sound, as of a large body let very gently into the water; a moment later, from the moat right below him, a man's head emerged.
"Sapt!" said a voice, low but distinct.
The old Colonel started, and, resting both hands on the sill, bent farther out, till he seemed in danger of overbalancing.
"Quick—to the ledge on the other side. You know," said the voice, and the head turned; with quick quiet strokes the man crossed the moat till he was hidden in the triangle of deep shade formed by the meeting of the drawbridge and the old castle wall. Sapt watched him go, almost stupefied by the sudden wonder of hearing that voice come to him out of the stillness of the night. For the King was abed; and who spoke in that voice save the King and one other?
Then, with a curse at himself for his delay, he turned and walked quickly across the room. Opening the door, he found himself in the passage. But here he ran right
