"The executioner and his men."
"How old are you?"
"The age of a man about to die."
"You expect death?"
Loysik shrugged his shoulders without answering.
"You are right," proceeded Brunhild with a satanic smile. "To bring such tidings as you did was to run into the jaws of death."
"I came here of my own free will; your chamberlain and his men remain prisoners at the monastery. No harm will be done them."
"You are mistaken. A terrible punishment awaits them! Infamy, cowardice, shame and treachery! An officer, Brunhild's men-at-arms made prisoners by a handful of monks! Pog and his men will have work to do."
"Your men-at-arms were not cowardly; even had they been more numerous, they could not have resisted the men of the monastery and the colonists of the Valley of Charolles."
"Why, they must be redoubtable men!"