The torches were placed in the receptacle prepared for them, whilst one of the men scattered cedar sawdust on the floor. All this was the work of a moment, while the executioner stood waiting for the prisoner. As Calavar entered, Ruy Lopez started to his feet, in a tremor of alarm, but the Duke did not move. His eyes were fixed upon the chess-board. It was his turn to play. Calavar, seeing his abstracted gaze, advanced to the Duke's side and placed his hand upon his shoulder. "Come," he said. The prisoner shuddered as if he had trodden upon a serpent. "I must finish this game," he said, imperiously. "It is impossible," Calavar replied. "But, fellow, the game is mine! I can force mate in a few moves. Let me play it out." "I cannot. It is impossible," repeated the executioner. "Are the three hours gone already?" "The last stroke has just struck. We must obey the King." The assistants, who had until then stood leaning on their swords, came forward at these words. The Duke was sitting against the wall, under the high window, with the table between him and Calavar. He started to his feet. "I shall not move until the game is over. In half an hour my head shall be at your disposal." "My lord," replied Calavar, "I respect you deeply, but I cannot grant you this request. I answer for your life with mine." Don Gusman made a gesture of impatience, and pulling off his diamond rings, he threw them at the executioner's feet. "I mean to finish the game," he said, carelessly. The jewels sparkled as they rolled and settled in the dust. "My orders are imperative," cried Calavar, "and you must pardon us, noble Duke, if we have to use force; but the King's orders and the law of Spain must be carried out. Obey, then, and do not waste your last moments in a useless struggle. Speak to the Duke, my lord Bishop. Tell him to submit to his fate." Ruy Lopez's reply was as prompt as it was decisive. He seized the axe which lay upon the block and swung it with both hands above his head. "By Heaven!" he cried, "the Duke _shall_ finish his game!" Scared by the gesture which accompanied these words, Calavar drew back in such a fright that he stumbled and fell back on his companions. The swords flashed from their scabbards, and the band prepared for attack. But Ruy Lopez, who appeared to have put forth the strength of a Hercules, cast upon the ground his heavy wooden stool. "The first of you who passes this limit dies!" he cried in a loud voice. "Courage, Duke!--to the attack! There are only four of these miscreants. The last desire of your Grace shall be gratified, were I to lose my life in the attempt. And you, wretched man, beware how you lay a finger upon a Bishop of the Church. Down with your swords and respect the Lord's anointed!" And Ruy Lopez continued to hurl forth, in a jargon of Spanish and Latin, one of those formulas of excommunication and malediction which at that period acted so strongly upon the masses of the people.