Renaud bade his sailors keep in the open, threatening to throw any man into the sea who dared to disobey him.

The crew at first murmured; soon cries of mutiny rose on every side.

The admiral, seeing he was lost, passed from threats to prayers.

But the princess, who had recovered her senses at the first thunder-clap, dragged herself up to the bridge and screamed for help, "Come to me, Louis! Come, my barons! Death to the cowardly wretches who have outraged my honour!" Louis of Tarentum jumped into a boat, followed by some ten of his bravest men, and, rowing rapidly, reached the ship.

Then Marie told him her story in a word, and he turned upon the admiral a lightning glance, as though defying him to make any defence.
"Wretch!" cried the king, transfixing the traitor with his sword.
Then he had the son loaded with chains, and also the unworthy priest who had served as accomplice to the admiral, who now expiated his odious crime by death.