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CHAPTER TWELVE

for that, and yet he had paid the supreme penalty of all traitors. She hoped he had died bravely, but she did not dare to ask the question for fear that she might hear to the contrary.
Her hand was on the latch as Elita spoke again.
" Help me ... please help me!"
The words seemed to come croakingly from her throat ; and now her hands, claw-like in their intensity, were groping towards Lizbeth.
" Help me," she was pleading, grovelling, beset by her own fear and terror.
" I cannot help you," Lizbeth said slowly. "And if I could, I would not do so! You have killed my brother."
She went from the house without a backward glance. She pulled the door to behind her; and before she had found her horse in the darkness and mounted him, she heard the bolts being shot home and the chains jangling. The light in the hall was extinguished, Elita was alone in the darkness, alone with her own fears and her conscience.
Slowly Lizbeth rode up the drive. It was raining again now, but she did not feel it against her face. She was thinking of Francis, of how close she had been to him in the past, of how she had promised their mother that she would look after him. But she had failed-failed utterly. Francis lay in a traitor's grave, drawn and quartered.
She thought of him as she had last seen him, slipping away from the Inn at Plymouth, eager to be gone, content that she should take his place aboard the Sea Hawk, evading, as he had evaded all his life, the responsibility of doing the things he ought to do and getting someone else to do them for him.
Weak and irresponsible, yet she loved him. Yes, she had loved Francis, Lizbeth thought suddenly, as if he were her son rather than her brother. Always she felt she must protect him, and yet in the hour of his death she had not been there. It was not her fault and yet she blamed herself. Somehow, in some cleverer way than she knew, she should have insisted on his going to sea as their father had commanded. But Francis' hysteria at the idea had made it impossible for her to insist that he should do so.
He had forced her into helping him to escape, but what he

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