CHAPTER XXI
Rindermere
Feltram looked grim and agitated when Sir Bale came up to him, as he stood on the flat-stone by which the boat was moored.
“You found him?” said he.
“Yes.”
“The lady in black was there?”
“She was.”
“And you played with him?”
“Yes.”
“And what is that in your hand?”
“A bag of something, I fancy money; it is heavy; he threw it after me. We shall see just now; let us get away.”
“He gave you some of his wine to drink?” said Feltram, looking darkly in his face; but there was a laugh in his eyes.
“Yes; of course I drank it; my object was to please him.”
“To be sure.”
The faint wind that carried them across the lake had quite subsided by the time they had reached the side where they now were.
There was now not wind enough to fill the sail, and it was already e
