"You're not serious. You can't expect to win them from the Tower by
stealth? It's over two hundred feet high. Inside the castle are scores
of armed soldiers, with a thousand more garrisoned less than two miles
away. We don't even know which cell they're in, or if they're still
together."
Michael grimaced, releasing a heavy breath. Though in his heart he
knew the grim realities, to hear them spoken was still disquieting.
"I do not say it will be easy, or without danger. I only know that
between you and I. . .we've got to find a way." He stiffened. "Look at
me, Purceville, square in the eye. As you love your sister, and on
your word as an Englishman, will you help me to free her? For I tell
you, in the eyes of God we can do no less."
Stephen did not answer at first, but stood returning his captor's firm
gaze. "Why do you ask me to swear as an Englishman? What makes you
think any promise will bind me?"
"Because I know that's important to you. And because I believe that in
spite of yourself, deep down, you are an honorable man.
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