He stepped eagerly toward the door; at that moment it opened, and the Lady Edith entered. She was very pale, but she walked with a firm step, and her carriage was full of grace and gentle dignity.
Her face was as sad as before.
Miles sprang forward, with a happy confidence, to meet her, but she checked him with a hardly perceptible gesture, and he stopped where he was. She seated herself, and asked him to do likewise. Thus simply did she take the sense of old-comradeship out of him, and transform him into a stranger and a guest. The surprise of it, the bewildering unexpectedness of it, made him begin to question, for a moment, if he was the person he was pretending to be, after all. The Lady Edith said:
'Sir, I have come to warn you. The mad cannot be persuaded out of their delusions, perchance; but doubtless they may be persuaded to avoid perils. I think this dream of yours hath the seeming of honest truth to you, and therefore is not criminal- but do not tarry here with it; for here it is dangerous.' She looked steadily into Miles's face a moment, then added, impressively, 'It is the more dangerous for that you are much like what our lost lad must have grown to be, if he had lived.'
'Heavens, madam, but I am he!'
'I truly think you think it, sir. I question not your honesty in that- I but warn you, that is all. My husband is master in this region; his power hath hardly any limit; the people prosper or starve, as he wills. If you resembled not the man whom you profess to be, my husband might bid you pleasure yourself with your dream in peace;but trust me, I know him well, I know what he will do; he will say to all that you are but a mad impostor, and straightway all will echo him.' She bent upon Miles that same steady look once more, and added: 'If you were Miles Hendon, and he knew it and all the region knew it- consider what I am saying, weigh it well- you would stand in the same peril, your punishment would be no less sure; he would deny you and denounce you, and none would be bold enough to give you countenance.'
'Most truly I believe it,' said Miles, bitterly. 'The power that can command one lifelong friend to betray and disown another, and be obeyed, may well look to be obeyed in quarters where bread and life are on the stake and no cobweb ties of loyalty and honor are concerned.'
A faint tinge appeared for a moment in the lady's cheek, and she dropped her eyes to the floor; but her voice betrayed no emotion when she proceeded:
'I have warned you, I must still warn you, to go hence. This man will destroy you else. He is a tyrant who knows no pity. I, who am his fettered slave, know this. Poor Miles, and Arthur, and my dear guardian, Sir Richard, are free of him, and at rest- better that you were with them than that you bide here in the clutches of this miscreant. Your pretensions are a menace to his title and possessions;you have assaulted him in his own house- you are ruined if you stay.
Go- do not hesitate. If you lack money, take this purse, I beg of you, and bribe the servants to let you pass. Oh, be warned, poor soul, and escape while you may.'
Miles declined the purse with a gesture, and rose up and stood before her.
'Grant me one thing,' he said. 'Let your eyes rest upon mine, so that I may see if they be steady. There- now answer me. Am I Miles Hendon?'
'No. I know you not.'
'Swear it!'
The answer was low, but distinct:
'I swear.'
'Oh, this passes belief!'
'Fly! Why will you waste the precious time? Fly and save yourself.'
At that moment the officers burst into the room and a violent struggle began; but Hendon was soon overpowered and dragged away.
The king was taken also, and both were bound and led to prison.