THE TRIAL OF OLAF I know not what time went by before I was put upon my trial, but that trial I can still see as clearly as though it were happening before my eyes.

It took place in a long, low room of the vast palace buildings that was lighted only by window-places set high up in the wall.

These walls were frescoed, and at the end of the room above the seat of the judges was a rude picture in bright colours of the condemnation of Christ by Pilate.

Pilate, I remember, was represented with a black face, to signify his wickedness I suppose, and in the air above him hung a red-eyed imp shaped like a bat who gripped his robe with one claw and whispered into his ear.
There were seven judges, he who presided being a law-officer, and the other six captains of different grades, chosen mostly from among the survivors of those troops whom the Northmen had defeated on the night of the battle in the palace gardens.

As this was a military trial, I was allowed no advocate to defend me, nor indeed did I ask for any.