The only means of access was by a narrow natural bridge of
rock flung from this insulated pinnacle across to the mainland. One man,
well disposed, might have held it against forty.
'Our way's the best,' thought Guy, as he meditated every mode of gaining
admission. 'A hundred men an hour might be lost cutting steps up that
steep slate; and once at the top we should only have to be shoved down
again.'
While thus engaged, he heard a summons sounded from the castle, and
scrambled back to Farina.
'The Thier leads now,' said he, 'and who leads is captain. It seems
easier to get out of that than in. There's a square tower, and a round. I
guess the maiden to be in the round. Now, lad, no crying out--You don't
come in with us; but back you go for the horses, and have them ready and
fresh in yon watered meadow under the castle. The path down winds easy.'
'Man!' cried Farina, 'what do you take me for?--go you for the horses.'
'Not for a fool,' Guy rejoined, tightening his lip; 'but now is your time
to prove yourself one.
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