But the thralls of the crowd were only too pleased with the sport, and as I and Werbode did not interfere, to do so was no one else's business.
At last the Dane held his hand, and left his tyrant groaning.

He broke the whip stock and twisted the thong from the end of the fragment.

Then he tied it round the neck of the slaver, and rose up and saluted me in the way of the Danish courtman.
"Whither, lord ?" he asked, quite coolly.

"I am ready." "Better go back to the sheriffs," I said.

"Maybe we shall have to answer for this, and we will tell him first." "No," he said, with the ghost of a smile; "you will not set eyes on this man again.