'Well, my good woman,' he said, 'who is this prisoner?' The old woman grinned, showing a few tusklike teeth. 'He is a very great man,' she said, 'and I can only give him up for a large sum of money.' 'Tell me first who he is,' said the general; 'we can talk about the reward afterwards.' There was no one that the Romans despised so much as a traitor, and the general thought this old woman was the most mean and base person he had ever met. 'The prisoner,' said the woman, with a still wider grin, 'is Caradoc himself. He came to my hut after the battle; and you should have seen how pale and weary he was! He thought I would shelter him, because he is my son-in-law, but after he had fallen asleep I said to myself, "The Romans are good folk, and they will be grateful to an old woman who hands over a wicked rebel----"' 'That will do, my good woman,' said the general, cutting her short. 'Here is a bag of gold; it is your fee for delivering the British leader into our hands. Come and show us where he is to be found; or if you are playing us false it will be the worse for you.' The old woman's fingers closed round the gold, and her delight at getting so much money prevented her from feeling the contempt in the general's voice and eyes. Presently the tiny hut was surrounded by Roman soldiers. Bending his tall form at the doorway, the general entered, followed by two soldiers leading between them the old woman, whose skinny fingers were tightly clutching the bag of gold. Caradoc stirred in his sleep, then he sat up and looked at the Romans. His eyes fell upon his mother-in-law; and he understood. He had to stand up and submit to having his hands bound behind his back by the Roman soldiers. The old woman left the hut and disappeared with her ill-gotten gains. For once in her life she felt ashamed of herself. She had betrayed her country, and although she was now one of the richest women in Britain she was never really happy again. When the wounded chieftain joined the other prisoners in the Roman camp, his wife and daughter fell into his arms, weeping. Caradoc tried his best to comfort them, and he begged all the prisoners to have courage, and to bear their misfortunes like brave men and women. After this victory the Roman general returned to his own country. Caradoc and the other prisoners were carried on board the vessels of the conquerors; and after a voyage of many days they landed upon the strange, unknown shores of Italy. The Roman people were delighted to hear that the wild, savage island of Britain had at last been subdued, and when the victorious general reached the city they resolved to give him a public triumph.