“We accept the terms, except as to the matter of Olaf Red-Sword. The
Empress may go free, but Olaf Red-Sword, our general whom we love, we
will not surrender. First will we die.”
“Good!” said Jodd. “I looked for such words from you.”
Then he marched out, with his companions, and again met Stauracius and
the two generals of the Greeks. After they had talked a little while he
returned and said,
“Those two officers, being men, would have agreed, but Stauracius,
the eunuch, who seems in command, will not agree. He says that Olaf
Red-Sword must be surrendered with the Empress. We answered that in this
case soon there would be no Empress to surrender except one ready for
burial. He replied that was as God might decree; either both must be
surrendered or both be held.”
“Do you know why the dog said that?” whispered Irene to me. “It was
because those Northmen have let slip the offer I made to you but now,
and he is jealous of you, and fears you may take his power. Well, if I
live, one day he shall pay for this who cares so little for my life.”
So she spoke, but I made no answer. Instead, I turned to Heliodore,
saying,
“You see how matters stand, beloved. Either I must surrender myself,
or all these brave men must perish, and we with them. For myself, I am
ready to die, but I am not willing that you and they should die. Also,
if I yield, I can do no worse than die, whereas perchance after all
things will take another turn. Now what say you?”
“I say, follow your heart, Olaf,” she replied steadily. “Honour comes
first of all. The rest is with God. Wherever you go there I soon shall
be.”
“I thank you,” I answered; “your mind is mine.”
Then I stepped forward and said,
“Comrades, it is my turn to throw in this great game. I have heard and
considered all, and I think it best that I should be surrendered, with
the Augusta, to the Greeks.”
“We will not surrender you,” they shouted.
“Comrades, I am still your general, and my order is that you surrender
me. Also, I have other orders to give to you. That you guard this lady
Heliodore to the last, and that, while one of you remains alive, she
shall be to you as though she were that man’s daughter, or mother, or
sister, to help and protect as best he may in every circumstance, seen
or unforeseen. Further, that with her you guard her father, the noble
Egyptian Magas. Will you promise this to me?”
“Aye!” they roared in answer.
“You hear them, Heliodore,” I said. “Know that henceforth you are one
of a large family, and, however great your enemies, that you will never
lack a friend. Comrades,” I went on, “this is my second order, and
perchance the last that I shall ever give to you. Unless you hear that I
am evilly treated in the palace yonder, stay quiet. But if that tidings
should reach you, then all oaths are broken. Do what you can and will.”
“Aye!” they roared again.
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