I don't care to hear anything from him.

Gag him and cut the rope from his feet.

He may walk from now on." Three men sprang to do his bidding.
King felt in that instant that he was looking for the first time upon the features of the Iron Count, Marlanx the dishonoured.

He lay there helpless, speechless for many minutes, glancing at this cruel tyrant.
Into his soul sank the conviction that no mercy would come from this man, this hater of all men; justice would play no part in the final, sickening tragedy.

It was enough that Marlanx suspected him of being in the way; to be suspected was to be condemned.