"You still seek to screen that man! Oh! There will be no punishment too severe for the cowardly murderer!"
"Listen, Schanvoch," replied Marion in a sinking and suppliant voice: "I am about to die—nothing is denied to an expiring man—"
"Oh! Speak! Speak, good and brave soldier. Seeing that, to the misfortune of Gaul, fatality prevents me from saving you, speak! I shall execute your last will—"
"Schanvoch, the oath that soldiers give each other at the moment of death—is sacred, is it not?"
"Yes, my brave Marion."
"Swear to me—that you will reveal to no one that you found here the sword of my friend Eustace."
"You, his victim—and you wish to save him!"
"Promise me, Schanvoch, that you will do as I ask you—"
"Save the monster from condign punishment! Never! No, a thousand times no!"
"Schanvoch, I implore you—"