Leybourn nodded his assent, and Norman of Torn turned, with a few words of instructions, to one of his men.
My camp lies without the city's gates, and your messenger will have safe conduct whatever reply he bears to,
Take it not so hard, my son,鈥� said Eleanor of England. It be no fault of thine, and there be nothing to forgive; only happiness and rejoicing should we feel, now that thou be found again.鈥�
For answer Norman of Torn pointed to the forehead of the dead Earl of Buckingham, and there Roger Leybourn saw, in letters of blood, NT.
In reply to their hail, Joan de Tany asked their mission.
Just as he reached his goal, a dozen more men burst into the room, and emboldened by this reinforcement, one of the men engaging De Conde came too close. As he jerked his blade from the fellow's throat, Norman of Torn felt a firm, warm hand slipped into his from behind, and his sword swung with a resounding blow against the lamp.
What means it, lady?鈥� he asked turning to the damsel, who had made no move to escape.