Others had chosen poor
mounts that could go but slowly, being waggoners' horses and not
accustomed to any but a slow motion.
All these, with disappointment, saw the hope of the king's reward
slipping from them, and looked with envy upon the few who passed them
and vanished from their sight, with determination written on their
faces. Yet even these were destined to failure and, before Rochester
was reached, were fain to turn back, having seen nothing of those whom
they sought.
But the troop of men-at-arms with Hugo and Humphrey still sped, halting
for the night in a safe spot, and rising betimes in the morning to
hurry on, until, their duty done, and the two safely aboard, they
turned back at their leisure.
And all this time, upon the sea going down from Scotland was a ship
which bore Lady De Aldithely and Josceline. Even in the wilds of
Scotland she could not rest, knowing that no spot would remain
unsearched if it should be discovered that it was Hugo Aungerville and
not Josceline who had fled to France. So she and her son had embarked,
and, two days before Hugo and Humphrey, they reached Lord De Aldithely.
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