Whilst I was wondering what I should do next, a trumpet blew upon the ramparts, and a Northman of my company entered, saluted and said that I was summoned.  I went out, and there before me stood a dazzling band that bowed humbly to me, whom yesterday they would have passed without notice.  Their captain, a smooth-faced Greek, came forward, and, addressing me as “General,” said the imperial orders were that he was to escort me to the State jail.

“For what purpose?” I asked, since it came to my mind that Irene might have changed her fancy and issued another kind of commission.

“As its General and Governor, Illustrious,” he replied.

“Then I will lead,” I answered, “do you follow behind me.”

Thus that vision ends.

In the next I see myself dwelling in some stately apartments that formed the antechambers to the great prison.  This prison, which was situated not far from the Forum of Constantine, covered a large area of ground, which included a garden where the prisoners were allowed to walk.  It was surrounded by a double wall, with an outer and an inner moat, the outer dry, and the inner filled with water.  There were double gates also, and by them guard-towers.  Moreover, I see a little yard, with posts in it, where prisoners were scourged, and a small and horrible room, furnished with a kind of wooden bed, to which they were bound for the punishment of the putting out of their eyes and the slitting of their tongues.  In front of this room was a block where those condemned to death were sometimes executed.

There were many prisoners, not common felons, but people who had been taken for reasons of State or sometimes of religion.  Perhaps in all they numbered a hundred men, and with them a few women, who had a quarter to themselves.  Besides the jailers, three-score guards were stationed there night and day, and of all of these I was in command.

Before I had held my office three days I found that Irene had appointed me to it with good reason.  It happened thus.  The most of the prisoners were allowed to receive presents of food and other things sent to them by their friends.  All these presents were supposed to be inspected by the officer in charge of the prison.  This rule, which had been much neglected, I enforced again, with the result that I made some strange discoveries.

Thus, on the third day, there came a magnificent offering of figs for the Caesars and Nobilissimi, the brothers-in-law of Irene and the uncles of the young Emperor Constantine, her son.  These figs were being carried past me formally, when something about the appearance of one of them excited my suspicion.  I took it and offered it to the jailer who carried the basket.  He looked frightened, shook his head, and said,

“General, I touch no fruit.”

“Indeed,” I answered.  “That is strange, since I thought that I saw you eating of it yesterday.”

“Aye, General,” he replied; “the truth is that I ate too much.”