quite mad.

Then at last she remembered that she was in the power of her enemies,
she sat down, and lay with her face between her hands, and wept
passionately.

"Witch," I said between my closed teeth, "will you come, or must we
carry you down to the great hall?"

Neither would she come, but sat there, clutching at her dress and
tearing her hair.

Then I said, "Bind her, and carry her down." And they did so.

I watched Arnald as we came in, there was no triumph on his stern
white face, but resolution enough, he had made up his mind.

They placed her on a seat in the midst of the hall over against the
dais. He said, "Unbind her, Florian." They did so, she raised her
face, and glared defiance at us all, as though she would die queenly
after all.

Then rose up Arnald and said, "Queen Swanhilda, we judge you guilty of
death, and because you are a queen and of a noble house, you shall be
slain by my knightly sword, and I will even take the reproach of
slaying a woman, for no other hand than mine shall deal the blow."

Then she said, "0 false knight, show your warrant from God, man, or
devil."