"A threat is more warning than most men get from me."
"Yet," observed Rupert, "Rudolf Rassendyll has been much threatened, and yet lives."
"Am I in fault because my servants bungle?" asked Michael scornfully.
"Your Highness has run no risk of bungling!" sneered Rupert.
It was telling the duke that he shirked danger as plain as ever I have heard a man told. Black Michael had self-control. I dare say he scowled,—it was a great regret to me that I could not see their faces better, but his voice was even and calm as he answered:
"Enough, enough! We mustn't quarrel, Rupert. Are Detchard and Bersonin at their posts?"
"They are, sir."
"I need you no more."
"Nay, I'm not oppressed with fatigue," said Rupert.
"Pray, sir, leave us," said Michael more impatiently. "In ten minutes the drawbridge will
