Catice threw away the flint, and picked up his staff. “The woman must return home,” he said.
“She was persuaded here, and did not come freely. You, Spadevil, must die—backslider as you are!”
Tydomin said quietly, “He has no power to enforce this. Are you going to allow the truth to fall to the ground, Spadevil?”
“It will not perish by my death, but by my efforts to escape from death. Catice, I accept your judgment.”
Tydomin smiled. “For my part, I am too tired to walk farther today, so I shall die with him.”
Catice said to Maskull, “Prove your sincerity. Kill this man and his mistress, according to the laws of Hator.”
“I can’t do that. I have travelled in friendship with them.”
“You denied duty; and now you must do your duty,” said Spadevil, calmly stroking his beard. “Whatever law you accept, you must obey, without turning to right or left. Your law commands that we must be stoned; and it will soon be dark.”
“Have you not even this amount of manhood?” exclaimed Tydomin.
Maskull moved heavily. “Be my witness, Catice, that the thing was forced on me.”