"Fall upon him as he enters, and see that no cry escapes him.

Take him by the throat, and as you love your life, do not let him get away." The footsteps halted.

Kenneth crawled softly to his post.

The soldier's struggles grew of a sudden still, and Crispin released his throat at last.

Then calmly drawing the fellow's dagger, he felt for the straps of his cuirass, and these he proceeded to cut.