"Cur! Coward!" The blue-eyed man stopped, and, wheeling round, shouted in answer: "I am no coward, I who have slain ten men with my own hand, five of them in single combat.

You are the cowards who taunt me.

I was overwhelmed, that is all, and afterwards in the prison I thought of my wife and children and lived on.

Now I die and my blood be on you." Behind him, drawn by eight white oxen, was the model of a ship with the crew standing on its deck.

Avoiding his guard, the man ran down the line of oxen and suddenly cast himself upon the ground before the wooden-wheeled car, which passed over his neck, crushing the life out of him.
"Well done! Well done!" shouted the crowd, rejoicing at this unexpected sight.