"Death! Death to the wretch!"
I found it impossible to dominate the furious cries with my voice; Sampso vainly sought to cross the crowd.
"For pity's sake, let me pass!" Sampso implored them. "I wish to fetch a physician druid. Ellen still breathes; her wound may not be mortal! Let me bring her help!"
Her words only served to redouble the indignation and fury of the soldiers. Instead of opening a passage for my wife's sister, they drove her back as they crowded towards the door. A compact and enraged mass stood there brandishing their swords, shaking their fists and vociferating:
"Death! Death to Victorin!"
"He slew Schanvoch's wife after doing violence to her!"
"She has died as the tavern-keeper's wife on the Rhine!"
"Victorin!" thundered Douarnek. "You will not this time escape punishment for your crimes!"
"We shall be your executioners!"
"Death! Death to Victorin!"