Instead he struck a silver gong, and when the doors swung open ordered the prisoners to be produced.
"Escape through the palace-grounds," he advised Alwa.

"A man of mine will show the way." "Remember!" said Alwa across his shoulder with more than royal insolence, "I swore to help thee against Jaimihr and to support thee on thy throne--but in nothing did I swear to be thy tool--remember!".