Priests, set free that man who was king.

People, have your way, forget your ancient paths, pluck the white flower of peace--and perish! I have said." So he spoke from on high, shaking his clenched fists above his hoary head, and was gone.

Then the executioners unbound the limbs of the ex-king, and he rose from the stone of death.
"Olfan," cried Juanna from on high, "you that were the king, we, who have taken your kingship, give you life, and liberty, and honour; see that in reward you serve us well, lest again you should lie upon that bed of stone.

Do you swear fealty to us ?" "For ever and for ever.

I swear it by your holy heads," answered Olfan.
"It is well.