Also often I had proved his friend when he was in trouble, for in those days Jodd got drunk at times, and when he was drunk lost money which he could not pay.
Now, when he saw my case, I noted that this Jodd, who, if sober, was no fool at all, although he seemed so slow and stupid, whispered something to a comrade who was with him, whereon the man turned and fled away like an arrow.

From the direction in which he went I guessed at once that he was running to the barracks close at hand, where were stationed quite three hundred Northmen, all of whom were under my command.
The soldiers prepared to obey the Augusta's orders, as they were bound to do.

They drew their swords and a number of them advanced towards me slowly.

Then it was that Jodd, with a few Northmen, moved between them and me, and, saluting the Empress, said in his bad Greek, "Your pardon, Augusta, but why are we asked to kill our own general ?" "Obey my orders, fellow," she answered.
"Your pardon, Augusta," said the stolid Jodd, "but before we kill our own general, whom you commanded us to obey in all things, we would know why we must kill him.

It is a custom of our country that no man shall be killed until he has been heard.