"Thus I tear all bonds between my Emperor and this bloodthirsty house! You yourselves by this cruel deed have forfeited all our former forbearance, No treaties--war!" "For God's sake!" cried Theodahad; "no fighting! What do you demand, Petros?" "Complete subjection. The evacuation of Italy. Yourself and Gothelindis I summon to Byzantium, before the throne of Justinian. There----" But his speech was interrupted by the sounding clang of the Gothic alarum, and into the room hurried a strong troop of Gothic warriors, led by Earl Witichis. On hearing of Amalaswintha's death, the Gothic leaders had at once summoned the most valiant men of the nation in Ravenna to meet before the Porta Romana, and there they had agreed upon the best means of security. They had appeared in the Forum of Honorius just at the right moment--when the excitement was becoming dangerous. Here and there a dagger flashed, and the cry arose, "Woe to the barbarians!" These signs and voices ceased at once, as the hated Goths advanced in close ranks from the Forum of Hercules through the Via Palatina. Without resistance, they marched through the murmuring groups; and while Earl Teja and Hildebad guarded the gates and terraces of the palace, Witichis and Hildebrand arrived in the King's rooms just in time to hear the last words of the ambassador. Wheeling to the right, they placed their followers near the throne, to which the King had just retreated; and Witichis, leaning on his long sword, went close up to Petros, and looked keenly into his eyes. A pause of expectation ensued. "Who dares," asked Witichis quietly, "to play the master here in the royal palace of the Goths?" Recovering from his surprise, Petros answered, "It does not become you, Earl Witichis, to interfere for the protection of a murderer. I have summoned the King before the court at Byzantium." "And for this insult thou hast no reply, Amelung?" cried old Hildebrand angrily. But his bad conscience tied the King's tongue. "Then we must speak for him," said Witichis "Know, Greek, and understand it well, you false and ungrateful Ravennites, the nation of the Goths is free and acknowledges no foreign master or judge or earth." "Not even for murder?" "If evil deeds occur amongst us, we ourselves will judge and punish them. It does not concern strangers; least of all our enemy, the Emperor of Byzantium." "My Emperor will revenge this woman, whom he could not save. Deliver up the murderers to Byzantium." "We would not deliver up a Gothic hind, much less our King!" "Then you share his guilt and his punishment, and I declare war against you in the name of my master. Tremble before Justinian and Belisarius!" A movement of joy amongst the Gothic warriors was the only answer. Old Hildebrand went to the window, and cried to the Goths, who crowded below: "News! joyful news! War with Byzantium!"