Slay on, ye priests, slay on, or ye yourselves shall die the dreadful death." The priests below heard, and seizing the struggling king they cast him with difficulty down upon the stone.
"Leonard, Leonard," cried Juanna in English, addressing him for the first time by his Christian name, as even then he noticed, but looking straight before her that none might guess to whom she spoke.

"These priests are going to kill you and all of us, except Otter and myself.

If you can, when you see me point with my hand, shoot that man who is about to sacrifice the king.

Make no answer." Leonard heard and understood all.

Resting his back firmly against the thumb of the statue, he shifted his position a little so that the group below him came within his line of sight, and waited, watching Juanna, who now was speaking again in the language of the People of the Mist.
"This I promise you, ministers of blood," she said, "if ye obey me not ye shall indeed die the dreadful death, the death unknown.