"It avails nothing, Dakla, for thee to come to us with messages of this intent, and with presentments, void of truth, of what befell to-day. Here are the three strangers who, as thou sayest, opposed themselves to Zelus, the son of Coryon thy master. They slew him, it is true, and some of those who followed him, but it was to save my daughter from his violence." "It is false, O King! They lie, if they say so! For our lord Zelus had no thought of violence!" This from Dakla. "If thine errand here is but to charge with falsehood these three men, I'll grant thee audience no longer." The kings voice was stern, and his eyes flashed angrily, so that Dakla trembled, and there was less confidence in his tone when he replied, "But they are strangers whom the king knows not; wherefore should he accept their word before our trusted servants?" "Because it is confirmed by mine own daughter, sirrah! And if thou darest again to say it is untrue that Zelus lifted his hand to take her life, thou shalt not return unpunished, be the consequences what they may!" By the king's impressive manner, and still more by the menace he had thus let fall, Dakla seemed daunted. He had expected to be able to carry things his own way. He hesitated, then said in a milder tone, "But even so, they should not have taken the life of our lord Zelus, but have brought him before _thee_." "How could they do that when he had more than a score of men with him, and they were but three? Furthermore, there was no time for parley. An instant's hesitation, my daughter saith, and it would have been too late." Dakla reflected; then he made a fresh suggestion. "It will content us if the king remit to us for trial him who, with his own hand, did slay our lord. If, on due inquisition, it shall be found even as the king hath said, then shall he be returned unhurt." The king's face clouded, and his lips curled with scorn as he replied, "Out upon thee, with thy tricks and cunning snares! Thinkest thou we do not know thy master by this time? These strangers are my guests--under my protection! Hark ye! I say under my protection! If harm shall befall them, I will seize thyself, an' thou comest again within my reach, or any others of thy master's minions on whom I can lay hands, and their lives shall pay the forfeit." "Thy words will grieve my master, King Dranoa," said Dakla, with a scarcely hidden sneer. "He careth only for the welfare of the king and of his people. But how shall there be safety for the dwellers in this land if such as these may go abroad and slay at will, and be protected by the king?" "What safety is there now for any, when even the king's daughter cannot walk near mine own palace without assailment?" the king wrathfully demanded. "Hold thy peace, sirrah! and quit my sight ere worse betide thee!"