As a lump of clay what worth is she to you?
Hark! The regiments from the city!" As I spoke, from the direction of the palace came a sound of many voices and of the tread of five thousand feet.
"True enough," said Jodd, with composure.

"They are on us, and now it is too late to storm the palace.

Olaf, like many another man, you have lost your chance of glory for a woman, or, who knows, perhaps you've won it.
Well, comrades, as I take it you are not minded to fly and be hunted down like rats, only one thing remains--to die in a fashion they will remember in Byzantium.

Olaf, you'd best mind the women; I will take command.

Ring round, comrades, ring round! 'Tis a good place for it.