“What!” cried Heliodore, “would you go and leave me here? Then, Olaf, by the gods my forefathers worshipped for ten thousand years, and by the gods I worship, I’ll find a means to follow you within an hour. Oh! Empress of the World, there is another world you do not rule, and there we’ll call you to account.” Now Irene stared at Heliodore, and Heliodore stared back at her, and the sight was very strange. “At least you have spirit, girl. But think not that shall save you, for there’s no room for both of us on earth.” “If I go it may prove wide enough, Augusta,” I broke in. “Nay, you shall not go, Olaf, at least not yet. My orders are that you do _not_ fall upon your sword. As for this Egyptian witch, well, presently my people will be here; then we will see.” Now I drew Heliodore to the trunk of the great tree which stood near by and set myself in front of her. “What are you about to do?” asked the Empress. “I am about to fight your eastern curs until I fall, for no northern man will lift a sword against me, even on your orders, Augusta. When I am down, this lady must play her own part as God shall guide her.” “Have no fear, Olaf,” Heliodore said gently, “I wear a dagger.” Scarcely had she spoken when there was a sound of many feet. The man whom I had wounded had run shouting towards the palace, rousing the soldiers, both those on watch and those in their quarters. Now these began to arrive and to gather in the glade before the clump of trees, for some guards who had heard the clash of arms guided them to the place. They were of all races and sundry regiments, Greeks, Byzantines, Bulgars, Armenians, so-called Romans, and with them a number of Britons and northern men. Seeing the Empress and, near by, myself standing with drawn sword against the tree sheltering the lady Heliodore, also on the ground those whom I had cut down, they halted. One of their officers asked what they must do. “Kill me that man who has slain my servants, or stay--take him living,” screamed the Augusta. Now among those who had gathered was a certain lieutenant of my own, a blue-eyed, flaxen-haired Norwegian giant of the name of Jodd. This man loved me like a brother, I believe because once it had been my fortune to save his life. Also often I had proved his friend when he was in trouble, for in those days Jodd got drunk at times, and when he was drunk lost money which he could not pay. Now, when he saw my case, I noted that this Jodd, who, if sober, was no fool at all, although he seemed so slow and stupid, whispered something to a comrade who was with him, whereon the man turned and fled away like an arrow. From the direction in which he went I guessed at once that he was running to the barracks close at hand, where were stationed quite three hundred Northmen, all of whom were under my command.