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"
Then
it
is
a
chance
for
which
thou
must
pay
.
Thou
hast
made
me
foolish
;
prepare
for
death
.
"
"
I
am
the
king
's
ox
,
"
was
the
low
answer
.
"
Scragga
,
"
roared
the
king
,
"
let
me
see
how
thou
canst
use
thy
spear
.
Kill
me
this
blundering
fool
.
"
Scragga
stepped
forward
with
an
ill-favoured
grin
,
and
lifted
his
spear
.
The
poor
victim
covered
his
eyes
with
his
hand
and
stood
still
.
As
for
us
,
we
were
petrified
with
horror
.
"
Once
,
twice
,
"
he
waved
the
spear
,
and
then
struck
,
ah
!
right
home
--
the
spear
stood
out
a
foot
behind
the
soldier
's
back
.
He
flung
up
his
hands
and
dropped
dead
.
From
the
multitude
about
us
rose
something
like
a
murmur
,
it
rolled
round
and
round
,
and
died
away
.
The
tragedy
was
finished
;
there
lay
the
corpse
,
and
we
had
not
yet
realised
that
it
had
been
enacted
.
Sir
Henry
sprang
up
and
swore
a
great
oath
,
then
,
overpowered
by
the
sense
of
silence
,
sat
down
again
.
"
The
thrust
was
a
good
one
,
"
said
the
king
;
"
take
him
away
.
"
Four
men
stepped
out
of
the
ranks
,
and
lifting
the
body
of
the
murdered
man
,
carried
it
thence
.
"
Cover
up
the
blood-stains
,
cover
them
up
,
"
piped
out
the
thin
voice
that
proceeded
from
the
monkey-like
figure
;
"
the
king
's
word
is
spoken
,
the
king
's
doom
is
done
!
"
Thereupon
a
girl
came
forward
from
behind
the
hut
,
bearing
a
jar
filled
with
powdered
lime
,
which
she
scattered
over
the
red
mark
,
blotting
it
from
sight
.
