“Marry, the trial is over.”
“Over!”
“Would they be a week, think you—and the matter so simple? They were not the half of a quarter of an hour at it.”
“Why, I don’t see how they could determine which were the guilty ones in so short a time.”
“Which ones? Indeed, they considered not particulars like to that. They condemned them in a body. Wit ye not the law?—which men say the Romans left behind them here when they went—that if one slave killeth his master all the slaves of that man must die for it.”
“True. I had forgotten. And when will these die?”
“Belike within a four and twenty hours; albeit some say they will wait a pair of days more, if peradventure they may find the missing one meantime.”
The missing one! It made me feel uncomfortable.
“Is it likely they will find him?”
“Before the day is spent—yes. They seek him everywhere. They stand at the gates of the town, with certain of the slaves who will discover him to them if he cometh, and none can pass out but he will be first examined.”