I saw the full bins of wine; I saw spiders crawling on the walls; I saw, too, a couple of empty bottles lying on the floor; and then, away in the corner, I saw the body of a man, lying flat on his back, with his arms stretched wide, and a crimson gash across his throat.

I walked to him and knelt down beside him, and commended to God the soul of a faithful man.

For it was the body of Josef, the little servant, slain in guarding the King.
I felt a hand on my shoulders, and, turning, saw Sapt, eyes glaring and terror-struck, beside me.
"The King?
My God! the King ?" he whispered hoarsely.
I threw the candle's gleam over every inch of the cellar.
"The King is not here," said I..