The man was incredible, unreal, fantastic, a nightmare judge.

Then he collected himself to answer.
"I was summoned that morning to succour Lord Gildoy, and I conceived it to be the duty imposed upon me by my calling to answer that summons." "Did you so ?" The Judge, terrible now of aspect--his face white, his twisted lips red as the blood for which they thirsted--glared upon him in evil mockery.

Then he controlled himself as if by an effort.
He sighed.

He resumed his earlier gentle plaintiveness.

"Lord! How you waste our time.