Look there in the meadow behind the village, three of them are dragging something.

They'll ransack that castle," he remarked with evident approval.

"So they will," said Nesvitski.

" No, but what I should like," added he, munching a pie in his moist-lipped handsome mouth, "would be to slip in over there.

" He pointed with a smile to a turreted nunnery, and his eyes narrowed and gleamed.