"I should particularly
like to know."
"Well, sir, for one thing, some folks say it is haunted, on
account of the queer lights and noises abort it, sometimes; but,
again, there be other folks, sir, that say the ghosts are alive,
and that he" - nodding toward the door - "is a sort of ringleader
among them."
"And who are they that out up such cantrips in the old place,
pray?"
"Lord only knows, sir. I'm sure I don't. I never go near it
myself; but there are others who have, and some of them tell of
the most beautiful lady, all in white, with long, black hair, who
walks on the battlements moonlight nights."
"A beautiful lady, all in white, with long, black hair! Why,
that description applies to Leoline exactly."
And Sir Norman gave a violent start, and arose to proceed to the
place directly.
"Don't you go near it, sir!" said the host, warningly. "Others
have gone, as he told you, and never come back; for these be
dreadful times, and men do as they please. Between the plague
and their wickedness, the Lord only known what will become of
us!"
"If I should return here for my horse in an hour or two, I
suppose I can get him?" sad Sir Norman, as he turned toward the
door.
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