they　were　so　far　from　it　that　no　actual　burn　would　be　inflicted　if
  they　could　but　keep　turning　and　shifting　so　as　continually　to
  present　some　fresh　portion　of　their　flesh　to　the　flames。　　Hence
  they　danced　and　whirled　in　front　of　the　fire；　tossing　ceaselessly
  this　way　and　that　within　the　compass　of　their　chains；　wearied　to
  death；　their　protruding　tongues　cracked　and　blackened　with　thirst；
  but　unable　for　one　instant　to　rest　from　their　writhings　and
  contortions。
  Even　stranger　was　the　sight　at　each　side　of　the　room；　whence　came
  that　chorus　of　groans　which　had　first　struck　upon　the　ears　of
  Nigel　and　his　companions。　　A　line　of　great　hogsheads　were　placed
  alongside　the　walls；　and　within　each　sat　a　man；　his　head
  protruding　from　the　top。　　As　they　moved　within　there　was　a
  constant　splashing　and　washing　of　water。　　The　white　wan　faces　all
  turned　together　as　the　door　flew　open；　and　a　cry　of　amazement　and
  of　hope　took　the　place　of　those　long…drawn　moans　of　despair。
  At　the　same　instant　two　fellows　clad　in　black；　who　had　been　seated
  with　a　flagon　of　wine　between　them　at　a　table　near　the　fire；
  sprang　wildly　to　their　feet；　staring　with　blank　amazement　at　this
  sudden　inrush。　　That　instant　of　delay　deprived　them　of　their　last
  chance　of　safety。　　Midway　down　the　room　was　a　flight　of　stone
  steps　which　led　to　the　main　door。
  Swift　as　a　wildcat　Nigel　bounded　toward　it　and　gained　the　steps　a
  stride　or　two　before　the　jailers。　　They　turned　and　made　for　the
  other　which　led　to　the　passage；　but　Simon　and　his　comrades　were
  nearer　to　it　than　they。　　Two　sweeping　blows；　two　dagger　thrusts
  into　writhing　figures；　and　the　ruffians　who　worked　the　will　of　the
  Butcher　lay　dead　upon　the　floor　of　their　slaughter…house。
  Oh；　the　buzz　of　joy　and　of　prayer　from　all　those　white　lips！　　Oh；
  the　light　of　returning　hope　in　all　those　sunken　weary　eyes！　　One
  wild　shout　would　have　gone　up　had　not　Nigel's　outstretched　hands
  and　warning　voice　hushed　them　to　silence。
  He　opened　the　door　behind　him。　　A　curving　newel　staircase　wound
  upward　into　the　darkness。　　He　listened；　but　no　sound　came　down。
  There　was　a　key　in　the　outer　lock　of　the　iron　door。　　He　whipped　it
  out　and　turned　it　on　the　inner　side。　　The　ground　that　they　had
  gained　was　safe。　　Now　they　could　turn　to　the　relief　of　these　poor
  fellows　beside　them。　　A　few　strong　blows　struck　off　the　irons　and
  freed　the　three　dancers　before　the　fire。　　With　a　husky　croak　of
  joy；　they　rushed　across　to　their　comrades'　water…barrels；　plunged
  their　heads　in　like　horses；　and　drank　and　drank　and　drank。　　Then
  in　turn　the　poor　shivering　wretches　were　taken　out　of　the　barrels；
  their　skins　bleached　and　wrinkled　with　long　soaking。　　Their　bonds
  were　torn　from　them；　but；　cramped　and　fixed；　their　limbs　refused
  to　act；　and　they　tumbled　and　twisted　upon　the　floor　in　their
  efforts　to　reach　Nigel　and　to　kiss　his　hand。
  In　a　corner　lay　Aylward；　dripping　from　his　barrel　and　exhausted
  with　cold　and　hunger。　　Nigel　ran　to　his　side　and　raised　his　head。
  The　jug　of　wine　from　which　the　two　jailers　had　drunk　still　stood
  upon　their　table。　　The　Squire　placed　it　to　the　archer's　lips　and
  he　took　a　hearty　pull　at　it。
  〃How　is　it　with　you　now；　Aylward？〃
  〃Better；　Squire；　better；　but　may　I　never　touch　water　again　as　long
  as　I　live！　　Alas！　　poor　Dicon　has　gone；　and　Stephen　also　…　the
  life　chilled　out　of　them。　　The　cold　is　in　the　very　marrow　of　my
  bones。　　I　pray　you；　let　me　lean　upon　your　arm　as　far　as　the　fire；
  that　I　may　warm　the　frozen　blood　and　set　it　running　in　my　veins
  once　more。〃
  A　strange　sight　it　was　to　see　these　twenty　naked　men　crouching　in
  a　half…circle　round　the　fire　with　their　trembling　hands　extended
  to　the　blaze。　　Soon　their　tongues　at　least　were　thawed；　and　they
  poured　out　the　story　of　their　troubles　with　many　a　prayer　and
  ejaculation　to　the　saints　for　their　safe　delivery。　　No　food　had
  crossed　their　lips　since　they　had　been　taken。　　The　Butcher　had
  commanded　them　to　join　his　garrison　and　to　shoot　upon　their
  comrades　from　the　wall。　　When　they　refused　he　had　set　aside　three
  of　them　for　execution。
  The　others　had　been　dragged　to　the　cellar；　whither　the　leering
  tyrant　had　followed　them。　　Only　one　question　he　had　asked　them；
  whether　they　were　of　a　hot…blooded　nature　or　of　a　cold。　　Blows
  were　showered　upon　them　until　they　answered。　　Three　had　said　cold；
  and　had　been　condemned　to　the　torment　of　the　fire。　　The　rest　who
  had　said　hot　were　delivered　up　to　the　torture　of　the　water…cask。
  Every　few　hours　this　man　or　fiend　had　come　down　to　exult　over
  their　sufferings　and　to　ask　them　whether　they　were　ready　yet　to
  enter　his　service。　　Three　had　consented　and　were　gone。　　But　the
  others　had　all　of　them　stood　firm；　two　of　them　even　to　their
  death。
  Such　was　the　tale　to　which　Nigel　and　his　comrades　listened　whilst
  they　waited　impatiently　for　the　coming　of　Knolles　and　his　men。
  Many　an　anxious　look　did　they　cast　down　the　black　tunnel；　but　no
  glimmer　of　light　and　no　clash　of　steel　came　from　its　depths。
  Suddenly；　however；　a　loud　and　measured　sound　broke　upon　their
  ears。　　It　was　a　dull　metallic　clang；　ponderous　and　slow；　growing
  louder　and　ever　louder　…　the　tread　of　an　armored　man。　　The　poor
  wretches　round　the　fire；　all　unnerved　by　hunger　and　suffering；
  huddled　together　with　wan；　scared　faces；　their　eyes　fixed　in
  terror　on　the　door。
  〃It　is　he！〃　they　whispered。　　〃It　is　the　Butcher　himself！〃
  Nigel　had　darted　to　the　door　and　listened　intently。　　There　were　no
  footfalls　save　those　of　one　man。　　Once　sure　of　that；　he　softly
  turned　the　key　in　the　lock。　　At　the　same　instant　there　came　a
  bull's　bellow　from　without。
  〃Ives！　　Bertrand！〃　cried　the　voice。　　〃Can　you　not　hear　me　coming；
  you　drunken　varlets？　　You　shall　cool　your　own　heads　in　the
  water…casks；　you　lazy　rascals！　　What；　not　even　now！　　Open；　you
  dogs。　　Open；　I　say！〃
  He　had　thrust　down　the　latch；　and　with　a　kick　he　flung　the　door
  wide　and　rushed　inward。　　For　an　instant　he　stood　motionless；　a
  statue　of　dull　yellow　metal；　his　eyes　fixed　upon　the　empty　casks
  and　the　huddle　of　naked　men。　　Then　with　the　roar　of　a　trapped
  lion；　he　turned；　but　the　door　had　slammed　behind　him；　and　Black
  Simon；　with　grim　figure　and　sardonic　face；　stood　between。
  The　Butcher　looked　round　him　helplessly；　for　he　was　unarmed　save
  for　his　dagger。　　Then　his　eyes　fell　upon　Nigel's　roses。
  〃You　are　a　gentleman　of　coat…armor；〃　he　cried。　　〃I　surrender
  myself　to　you。〃
  〃I　will　not　take　your　surrender；　you　black　villain；〃　said　Nigel。
  〃Draw　and　defend　yourself。　　Simon；　give　him　your　sword。〃
  〃Nay；　this　is　madness；〃　said　the　blunt　man…at…arms。　　〃Why　should　I
  give　the　wasp　a　sting？〃
  〃Give　it　him；　I　say。　　I　cannot　kill　him　in　cold　blood。〃
  〃But　I　can！〃　yelled　Aylward；　who　had　crept　up　from　the　fire。
  〃Come；　comrades！　　By　these　ten　finger…bones！　has　he　not　taught　us
  how　cold　blood　should　be　warmed？〃
  Like　a　pack　of　wolves　they　were　on　him；　and　he　clanged　upon　the
  floor　with　a　dozen　frenzied　naked　figures　clutching　and　clinging
  above　him。　　In　vain　Nigel　tried　to　pull　them　off。　　They　were　mad
  with　rage；　these　tortured　starving　men；　their　eyes　fixed　and
  glaring；　their　hair　on　end；　their　teeth　gnashing　with　fury；　while
  they　tore　at　the　howling；　writhing　man。　　Then　with　a　rattle　and
  clatter　they　pulled　him　across　the　room　by　his　two　ankles　and
  dragged　him　into　the　fire。
  Nigel　shuddered　and　turned　away　his　eyes　as　he　saw　the　brazen
  figure　roll　out　and　stagger　to　his　knees；　only　to　be　hurled　once
  more　into　the　heart　of　the　blaze。　　His　prisoners　screamed　with　joy
  and　clapped　their　hands　as　they　pushed　him　back　with　their　feet
  until　the　armor　was　too　hot　for　them　to　touch。　　Then　at　last　he
  lay　still　and　glowed　darkly　red；　whilst　the　naked　men　danced　in　a
  wild　half…circle　round　the　fire。
  But　now　at　last　the　supports　had　come。　　Lights　flashed　and　armor
  gleamed　down　the　tunnel。　　The　cellar　filled　with　armed　men；　while
  from　above　came　the　cries　and　turmoil　of　the　feigned　assault　upon
  the　gate。　　Led　by　Knolles　and　Nigel；　the　storming　party　rushed
  upward　and　seized　the　courtyard。　　The　guard　of　the　gate　taken　in
  the　rear　threw　down　their　weapons　and　cried　for　mercy。　　The　gate
  was　thrown　open　and　the　assailants　rushed　in；　with　hundreds　of
  furious　peasants　at　their　heels。　　Some　of　the　robbers　died　in　hot
  blood；　many　in　cold；　but　all　died；　for　Knolles　had　vowed　to　give
  no　quarter。　　Day　was　just　breaking　when　the　last　fugitive　had　been
  hunted　out　and　slain。　　From　all　sides　came　the　yells　and　whoops　of
  the　soldiers　with　the　rending　and　riving　of　doors　as　they　burst
  into　the　store…rooms　and　treasure…chambers。　　There　was　a　joyous
  scramble　amongst　them；　for　the　plunder　of　eleven　years；　gold　and
  jewels；　satins　and　velvets；　rich　plate　and　noble　hangings　were　all
  to　be　had　for　the　taking。
  The　rescued　prisoners；　their　hunger　appeased　and　their　clothes
  restored；　led　the　search　for　booty。　　Nigel；　leaning　on　his　sword
  by　the　gateway；　saw　Aylward　totter　past；　a　huge　bundle　under　each
  arm；　another　slung　over　his　back　and　a　smaller　packet　hanging　from
  his　mouth。　　He　dropped　it　for　a　moment　as　he　passed　his　young
  master。
  〃By　these　ten　finger…bones！　　I　am　right　glad　that　I　came　to　the
  war；　and　no　man　could　ask　for　a　more　goodly　life；〃　said　he。　　〃I