"Dead!" "Aye, Olaf, dead.

You did not see, and she, being a brave woman, hid it from you, but one of those spears that were flung in the fight struck her in the side.

For a while the wound went well.

But two days ago it mortified; last night she died and this morning I myself saw her buried with honour." "How did you see her buried, you who are not welcome among the Northmen ?" I asked.
"By my order, as her blood was high, she was laid in the palace graveyard, Olaf." "Did she leave me no word or token, Augusta?
She swore to me that if she died she would send to me the other half of that necklace which I wear." "I have heard of none," said Irene, "but you will know, Olaf, that I have other business to attend to just now than such death-bed gossip.
These things do not come to my ears." I looked at Irene and Irene looked at me.
"Augusta," I said, "I do not believe your story.

No spear wounded Heliodore while I was near her, and when I was not near her your Greeks were too far away for any spears to be thrown.