“Whenthosedaggerpointswerethrustintoyoureyes，Olaf，theycutthethreadthatboundus，andnowIreneandIaremorefarapartthanhellandheaven。ItellyouthatforyoursakeIhateherandworkherdownfall。AmInotyourgod-mother，Olaf？“
Thenagainshekissedmyhandandpresentlywasgone。
Onthefollowingmorning，asIsupposedittobe，myjailerscameandsaidtomethatImustappearbeforethejudgestohearsomerevisionofmysentence。Theydressedmeinmysoldier’sgear，andevenallowedmetogirdmyswordaboutme，knowing，doubtless，that，savetohimself，ablindmancoulddonomischiefwithasword。ThentheyledmeIknownotwhitherbypassageswhichturnednowhere，nowthere。Atlengthweenteredsomeplace，fordoorswereclosedbehindus。
“ThisistheHallofJudgment，“saidoneofthem，“butthejudgeshavenotyetcome。Itisagreatroomandbare。Thereisnothinginitagainstwhichyoucanhurtyourself。Therefore，ifitpleasesyouafterbeingcrampedsolonginthatnarrowcell，youmaywalktoandfro，keepingyourhandsinfrontofyousothatyouwillknowwhenyoutouchthefurtherwallandmustturn。“
Ithankedthemand，gladenoughtoavailmyselfofthisgraceformylimbswerestiffwithwantofexercise，begantowalkjoyfully。I