The Bishop paused and looked over his spectacles at Jason, who stood as before, with the cloud on his brow and the slow fire in his deep eyes, but with no sign of feeling or interest.
"Will you promise to swear to this, when he shall have returned who should swear to it with you?" said the Bishop.
Then all eyes turned towards Jason, and there came across his face at that moment the look of a bated dog.
"No," he growled.
The spokesman shifted in his seat and the people grew restless.
"Listen again," said the Bishop, and his long white beard shook and his solemn voice rose to a shrill cry as he twisted back to the book and read:—
"But if one of you be so mad that he breaks this truce thus made, and slays after pledges have been made and his blade has reddened, he shall be an outlaw, ac
