Part 44

"Who rings the bell?" Hieronymus asked, sternly, gazing in amazement at Perpetua and the strange display of armed force.

"I do, father," Perpetua answered. Then eagerly she appealed to the murmuring crowd: "People of Syracuse, protect me. That bell appeals to you with the voice of the dead good King, to defend me against the living evil King."

Men and women, the crowd clustered together, murmurous, menacing sound--the men had weapons in their hands and looked as if they were ready to use them in defence of their ancient rights.

Unmoved by their attitude, Hildebrand said to Sigurd: "Make that woman your prisoner. She is the King's enemy."

Sigurd and his soldiers advanced towards Perpetua. As they did so the uneasy crowd about the door parted, and Robert rushed in through the human lane, wild-eyed; he looked from Perpetua to Hildebrand, from the soldiers to the people.

"Perpetua! Perpetua!" he cried. "You dare not touch her. She is in sanctuary."

Instantly the people about the door took up the cry and thundered it: "Sanctuary! Sanctuary!"

Hildebrand greeted Robert with an evil smile. "Fool, fool, I thought we should lure you."

"Sanctuary!" Robert cried again. He tried to reach Perpetua, but the soldiers were between him and her, a wall of weapons.

"Sanctuary! Sanctuary!" the people raved, swaying at Robert's heels.

Hildebrand lifted his hand; there was a lull, and he spoke. "Silence, slaves! There is no sanctuary against sorcery."

Perpetua, clinging to the pillar, echoed his word in horror. "Sorcery!"

"Ay," repeated Hildebrand. "Sorcery. The King swears you have cast spells upon him, delivering him madness in a draught of well-water, that you are a damnable sorceress."

Through the confused clamor that followed this charge, Perpetua's voice rang out.

"This is the wickedest story ever told."

"People of Syracuse," Robert called, "do not believe this man. She is the victim of a wicked King. As you have wives, daughters, sweethearts, stand by me and save her."

He appealed eagerly to the crowd, rushing to man after man among them, but each shook his head and hung back, daunted by the terrible charge of witchcraft.

"Sorcery's a vile thing," said one.

"I'll not meddle with sorcery," said another.

Perpetua's hopes drooped as she saw how popular feeling fell from her.

"I am no sorceress, men of Syracuse," she said, sadly.

Robert pointed to the pale, beautiful girl standing by the pillar and surrounded by the armed men.

"Can you look upon her and believe one evil thought? Save her, in God's name!"

Again the crowd swayed a little towards the soldiers, urged by Robert, urged by Hieronymus. Again it fell back when Hildebrand raised his hand.

"Friends, this fellow is a madman. If you ask him he will tell you that he is the King."

The crowd that was wellnigh stirred to mutiny by Robert's appeals drew back from him suspiciously.

Hildebrand saw his advantage and pressed it. "Is it not so, fellow? Are you not the King?"

Robert's hands raised in appeal, raised in menace, dropped inertly to his side, and his head drooped on his breast.