He was a second too late. Ducking, the felt-capped man, muscles hard, dragged himself out of that grasp and, flinging off to one side, got his balance, glanced once at Jerott, and then darted off into the darkness. After the first step, breathing hard, Jerott stayed where he was, swearing. But he could hardly leave Lymond. He looked up. 'Bravo,' said Francis Crawford, sitting crosslegged on top of the wall, his hood shaken free on his shoulders. 'You're a credit to the bloody Order, aren't you? You know you've got a knife in your hand?
The scene depicts a tense moment where a quick-moving, felt-capped man narrowly escapes from a grasp, managing to steady himself and disappear into the darkness after a brief glance at Jerott. Despite his efforts to escape, Jerott is left swearing and breathing heavily, feeling torn about whether to follow or stay. His concern for Lymond keeps him rooted to the spot, highlighting his loyalty and worry.
Meanwhile, Francis Crawford appears calm and composed, sitting confidently on a wall and acknowledging Jerott's bravery with a sarcastic remark. He points out that Jerott is aware of a knife in his hand, emphasizing the danger and tension of the situation. The exchange captures the moments of bravery, danger, and tension among the characters in this perilous encounter.
