"A bundle of straw for to-night," he answered, "and for to-morrow early--a gallows."
With these words he entered the King's tent, and reported the result of his excursion.
"We have a Gothic deserter among our prisoners," he concluded grimly. "He must hang before sunset to-morrow."
"That is very sad," said Witichis, sighing.
"Yes; but necessary. I shall summon the court-martial for to-morrow. Wilt thou preside?"
"No," said Witichis, "exempt me from that. I will appoint Hildebad in my place."
"No," cried the old man, "that will not do. I am commander-in-chief as long as thou keepest thy tent. I demand the presidency as my right."
Witichis looked at him.
"Thou art so grim and cold! Is it an enemy of thy kindred?"
"No," said Hildebrand.