Then they folded the pieces of paper and put them into a hat.
"Who shall draw?"
"You are the challenger."
"But you proposed the method."
"Wait a moment. Let us entrust the drawing of lots to a third party."
"To whom?"
"There is your brother, Desi."
"Desi?"—Lorand felt a twitching pain at his heart:—"that one's own brother should draw one's death warrant!"
"As yet his hand is innocent. Nor shall he know for what he is drawing. I will tell him some tale. And so both of us may be tranquil during the drawing of lots."
Just at that moment Desiderius opened the door.