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Dorothy had hardly reached her room when the castle was once more / astir. The rush of the guard across the stone court, the clang of / opening lattices, and the voices that called from out-shot heads, / again filled her ears, but she never once peeped from her window. A / moment, and the news was all over the castle that the prisoner had / escaped.
Lord Charles went at once to his father's room. The old man woke / instantly. He had but just laid his hand on his mane, not mounted / the shadowy steed, and was ill pleased to be already, and the second / time, startled back to conscious weariness. When he heard the bad / tidings he was silent for a few moments.