Again Max hesitated, and I distinctly heard Yolanda, who was still upon her knees, whisper:-- "Kill him! Kill him!" Then came the shouts of a thousand voices, thrilling me to the marrow:-- "Kill him! Kill him!" and I knew that if I were standing in Max's shoes, Calli would die within a moment.

I also remember wondering in a flash of thought if Max were great enough to spare him.

Again the battle-axe came slowly down, and the din in the pavilion was deafening:-- "Kill him! Kill him!" Again the battle-axe rose; but after a pause, Max let it fall to the ground behind him; and, turning toward the girl, lifted her with his mailed hands to her feet.

When she had risen Max looked into her face, and, falling back a step, exclaimed in a voice hushed by wonder:-- "Yolanda!" His words coming to the girl's ears, like a far-away sound, from the cavernous recesses of his helmet, frightened her.
"No, no, my name is not Yolanda.

You are mistaken.