“Yes—”
“No—”
“He might kill, but in fair fight: so I judge him.”
And that became the opinion amongst the nobles.
“Your friend seems confident, Xoli. I like him,” remarked the Chalcan’s acquaintance.
“Hush! The king accuses.”
“The king, said you!” And the good man, representing the commonalty, was frozen into silence.
In another quarter, one asked, “Does he not wear the ’tzin’s livery?”
The person interrogated covered his mouth with both hands, then drew to the other’s ear, and whispered,—
“Yes, he’s a ’tzin’s man, and that, they say, is his crime.”