Set the cooks to work, my men! The Prefect shall feast with us like an emperor, and we'll send him home to-night as drunk as he can wish.
Come along, your Excellency; we're rough fellows, we Goths; but by the Valkyrs, no one can say that we neglect our guests!' 'It is a sweet compulsion,' said Orestes, as he went in.
'Stop, by the bye! Didn't one of you men catch a monk. ?' 'Here he is, prince, with his elbows safe behind him.' And a tall, haggard, half-naked monk was dragged forward.
'Capital! bring him in.

His Excellency shall judge him while dinner's cooking' and Smid shall have the hanging of him.

He hurt nobody in the scuffle; he was thinking of his dinner.' 'Some rascal bit a piece out of my leg, and I tumbled down,' grumbled Smid.
'Well, pay out this fellow for it, then.

Bring a chair, slaves! Here, your Highness, sit there and judge.' 'Two chairs!' said some one; 'the Amal shan't stand before the emperor himself.' 'By all means, my dear friends.

The Amal and I will act as the two Caesars, with divided empire.