It was brief and to the effect that I, Michael, formerly known as Olaf or Olaf Red-Sword, a Northman in the service of the Empress Irene, a general in her armies, a chamberlain and Master of the Palace, had conspired against the Empress, had killed her servants, had detained her person, threatening to murder her; had made war upon her troops and slain some hundreds of them by the help of other Northmen, and wounded many more.
I was asked what I pleaded to this charge, and replied, "I am not guilty." Then witnesses were called.

The first of these was the fourth man whom Irene had set upon me, who alone escaped with a wound behind.

This fellow, having been carried into court, for he could not walk, leaned over a bar, for he could not sit down, and told his story.

When he had finished I was allowed to examine him.
"Why did the Empress order you and your companions to attack me ?" I asked.
"I think because she saw you kiss the Egyptian lady, General," at which answer many laughed.
"You tried to kill me, did you not ?" "Yes, General, for the Empress ordered us so to do." "Then what happened ?" "You killed or cut down three of us one after the other, General, being too skilful and strong for us.

As I turned to fly, me you wounded here," and, dragging himself round with difficulty, he showed how my sword had fallen on a part where no soldier should receive a wound.