They flew to the beer which was supplied to them in plenty, and drank till they were insensible.

And still one by one they vanished mysteriously, till at length all were gone.
Never might Leonard forget his feelings when one day at dawn, in the fifth week of their incarceration, he hurried as usual to the chamber where the last two of the unfortunate men were accustomed to sleep, and found them not.

There were their blankets, there was the place where they had been, and on it, laid carefully in the form of a St.Andrew's cross by some unknown hand, shone two huge sacrificial knives such as the priests wore at their girdles.
Sick and faint with fear he staggered back to the throne-room.
"Oh! what is it now ?" said Juanna, who, early as it was, had risen already, looking at him with terrified eyes and trembling lips.
"Only this," he answered hoarsely; "the last two have been taken, and here is what was left in the place of them," and he cast down the knives on to the pavement.
Then at last Juanna gave way.

"Oh! Leonard, Leonard," she said, weeping bitterly, "they were my father's servants whom I have known since I was a child, and I have brought them to this cruel end.

Cannot you think of any way of getting out of this place?
If not, I shall die of fear.