"To the trial! To the trial!" cries the count. "Mayor, inform the slave anew of the charge against him." "Justin, a cook-slave of our seigneur, the count, happened to be alone in the kitchen; on the kitchen table lay a small silver dish used by dame Godegisele, the noble spouse of our master. Peter, this other slave, entered the kitchen bringing in some kindling wood. Immediately after his departure, Justin noticed that the silver dish had disappeared. He immediately announced the theft and accused Peter of having committed it. I told Justin that one of his ears would be cut off if the dish was not found. He answered me that he swore by the salvation of his soul that he told the truth and that the thief was this other slave." "And I repeat it again, seigneur count. If the dish was stolen it could have been stolen only by Peter. I swear it upon my share of paradise. I am innocent. My _conjurators_ are all ready to swear like myself upon the salvation of their souls." "Yes, yes," answered the six slaves in chorus; "we swear that Justin is innocent of the theft--we swear upon the salvation of our souls, we swear upon our share of paradise." "Do you hear, dog?" said Neroweg turning towards Peter. "What have you to say? What became of the silver dish, a precious article that I brought from the pillage of the town of Issoire? Will you answer, dog?" "Seigneur, I did not steal the dish, I did not even see it on the table--my _conjurators_ are ready to swear to it, like myself, upon my salvation--upon my share of paradise--" "Yes, yes," put in the six in their turn, the _conjurators_ of the accused slave. "Peter is innocent; we swear upon our salvation." "My dear brother in Christ," said the clerk to the accused slave, "think of it. It is a grave sin, theft is, and falsehood is another grave sin. Take care--the Almighty sees and hears you--His hand lies heavy upon thieves and liars--" "My good father, I stand in great fear of the Almighty; I follow His commandments as you teach them to us; I support my trials with resignation; I obey my master, the seigneur count, with the submission that you order us to the end that we may gain paradise; but I swear I did not steal the dish." "Seigneur count," said Justin, "I swear by the eternal flames that I did not steal the dish, and only Peter can be the thief--I am innocent." "Justin affirms and Peter denies; now I, Neroweg, order that, in order to ascertain the truth, they be both put to the trial--one to the trial of cold water, the other to the trial of burning irons--" "Seigneur count," broke in the clerk, "you order that both the accuser and the accused be subjected to trial. But should the judgment of the Almighty prove that the accused is guilty, is not the accuser thereby declared innocent? Why should both be put to the trial at the same time?"