At these words a great silence fell upon the Court.  Jodd glared about him, and, seeing that none ventured to draw near, stepped from the witness-place, advanced to where I was, gave me the full salute of ceremony, then marched away to the back of the Court, the crowd opening a path for him.

When he had gone the judges began to consult together, and, as I expected, very soon agreed upon their verdict.  The president said, or rather gabbled,

“Prisoner, we find you guilty.  Have you any reason to offer why sentence of death should not be passed upon you?”

“Sir,” I answered, “I am not here to plead for my life, which already I have risked a score of times in the service of your people.  Yet I would say this.  On the night of the outbreak I was set on, four to one, for no crime, as you have heard, and did but protect myself.  Afterwards, when I was about to be slain, the Northmen, my comrades, protected me unasked; then I did my best to save the life of the Empress, and, in fact, succeeded.  My only offence is that when the great charge took place and your regiments were defeated, remembering only that I was a soldier, I led that charge.  If this is a crime worthy of death, I am ready to die.  Yet I hold that both God and man will give more honour to me the criminal than to you the judges, and to those who before ever you sat in this Court instructed you, whom I know to be but tools, as to the verdict that you should give.”

The applause which my words called forth from those gathered at the end of the Court died away.  In the midst of a great silence the president, who, like his companions, I could see well, was growing somewhat fearful, read the sentence in a low voice from a parchment.  After setting out the order by which the Court was constituted and other matters, it ran: 

“We condemn you, Michael, otherwise called Olaf or Olaf Red-Sword, to death.  This sentence will be executed with or without torture at such time and in such manner as it may please the Augusta to decree.”

Now the voice of Jodd was heard crying through the gathering gloom, for night was near: 

“What sort of judgment is this that the judges bring already written down into the Court?  Hearken you, lawyer, and you street-curs, his companions, who call yourselves soldiers.  If Olaf Red-Sword dies, those hostages whom we hold die also.  If he is tortured, those hostages will be tortured also.  Moreover, ere long we will sack this fine place, and what has befallen Olaf shall befall you also, you false judges, neither less nor more.  Remember it, all you who shall have charge of Olaf in his bonds, and, if she be within hearing, let the Augusta Irene remember it also, lest another time there should be no Olaf to save her life.”

Now I could see that the judges were terrified.  Hastily, with white faces, they consulted together as to whether they should order Jodd to be seized.  Presently I heard the president say to his companions: