“Sir,” broke in one of them, “it was not we who tried to trap him; it was those jailers who stand there. They told the general that he might exercise himself by walking up and down the hall.” “Is that true, Olaf?” asked Jodd. “Yes,” I answered, “it is true that the two jailers who brought me here did tell me this, though whether those men are present I cannot say.” “Very good,” said Jodd. “Add them to the other prisoners, who by their own showing heard them set the snare and did not warn the victim. Now, murderers all, this is the sentence of the court upon you: That you salute the General Olaf and confess your wickedness to him.” So they saluted me, kneeling, and kissing my feet, and one and all made confession of their crime. “Enough,” I said, “I pardon them who are but tools. Pray to God that He may do as much.” “You may pardon here, Olaf,” said Jodd, “and your God may pardon hereafter, but we, the Northmen, do not pardon. Blindfold those men and bind their arms. Now,” went on Jodd after a pause, “their turn has come to show us sport. Run, friends, run, for swords are behind you. Can you not feel them?” The rest may be guessed. Within a few minutes the seven judges and the two jailers had vanished from the world. No hand came to save _them_ from the cruel rocks and the waters that seethed a hundred feet below that dreadful chamber. This fantastic, savage vengeance was a thing dreadful to hear; what it must have been to see I can only guess. I know that I wished I might have fled from it and that I pleaded with Jodd for mercy on these men. But neither he nor his companions would listen to me. “What mercy had they on you?” he cried. “Let them drink from their own cup.” “Let them drink from their own cup!” roared his companions, and then broke into a roar of laughter as one of the false judges, feeling space before him, leapt, leapt short, and with a shriek departed for ever. It was over. I heard someone enter the hall and whisper in Jodd’s ear; heard his answer also. “Let her be brought hither,” he said. “For the rest, bid the captains hold Stauracius and the others fast. If there is any sign of stir against us, cut their throats, advising them that this will be done should they allow trouble to arise. Do not fire the palace unless I give the word, for it would be a pity to burn so fine a building. It is those who dwell in it who should be burned; but doubtless Constantine will see to that. Collect the richest of the booty, that which is most portable, and let it be carried to our quarters in the baggage carts. See that these things are done quickly, before the Armenians get their hands into the bag. I’ll be with you soon; but if the Emperor Constantine should arrive first, tell him that all has gone well, better than he hoped, indeed, and pray him to come hither, where we may take counsel.” The messenger went. Jodd and some of the Northmen began to consult together, and Martina led me aside.