Jochem fell dead among the soldiers.
"Treachery!" again cried Isaac.
But the next moment Johannes struck him down, sprang over his corpse, hurried to the ramparts, and unfolded the flag of Byzantium.
Below the axes were busy; the sally-port fell, beaten down from within, and with shrill cries--it was already quite dark--the Huns rushed by thousands into the city.
All was over.
A portion filled the streets with carnage; one troop broke open the nearest gates, letting in their comrades from outside.
Old Uliaris, with his little troop, hurried from the castle; he hoped to drive the intruders out; in vain; a spear was hurled which felled him to the ground.
And round his corpse fell, fighting bravely, the two hundred faithful Goths who yet surrounded him.
Then, when they saw the imperial banner waving on the walls, the citizens of Neapolis arose. Led by old friends to the Romans, such as Stephanus and Antiochus the Syrian--Castor, a zealous friend of the Goths, had lost his life in attempting to hold them back--they disarmed the single Goths in the streets, and sent an embassy with thanks, congratulations, and petitions for mercy on the city to Belisarius, who, surrounded by his brilliant staff, now rode into the Porta Capuana.
But he bent his majestic brow gloomily, and, without checking his charger, answered: