Be advised.
We offer you your lives; for the sake of your families, do not reject the gift.

We offer you this chance, and it is the last: throw down your arms; surrender unconditionally to the Republic, and all will be forgiven.
(Signed) THE BOSS.
I read it to Clarence, and said I proposed to send it by a flag of truce.

He laughed the sarcastic laugh he was born with, and said: "Somehow it seems impossible for you to ever fully realize what these nobilities are.

Now let us save a little time and trouble.
Consider me the commander of the knights yonder.

Now, then, you are the flag of truce; approach and deliver me your message, and I will give you your answer." I humored the idea.