 answer.

"Or both?"

Still no answer.

Then the spokesman turned back to the Court. "The stubborn
persistence of the prisoner is easy to understand," he said, and
smiled.

"Wait," said the old Bishop, and he turned towards Jason.

"Have you any valid plea?"

But Jason gave no sign.

"Listen," said the Bishop. "Though the man who compasses the
destruction of a single life is as though he had destroyed a world,
for the posterity of him who is dead might have filled a world, yet
have all laws of men since the Pentateuch recognized certain
conditions that limit the gravity of the crime. If the man who is
slain has himself slain the near kindred of his slayer, though the
law of Iceland would no longer hold him guiltless, as in the ancient
times when evil for evil was the rule and sentence, neither would it
punish him as a murderer, who must eat the bread and drink the water
of misery all his days. Now what is true of murder must be true of
intent to murder, and though I am loth to believe it possible in this
instance, honoring and loving as we all do that good man whom you are
charged with lying in wait to kill, yet in my duty must I ask you the
question--Has Michael Sunlocks spilled blood of your blood, and is it
as a redeemer of blood that you go about to slay him?"

There was a dead hush in the little crowded courthouse as Jason
lifted his heavy, bloodshot eyes to the Bishop's face and answered,
in a weary voice, "I have nothing to say."

Then an aged Lutheran priest, who had sat within the rail, with a
snuffbox in his hand and a red print handkerchief across his knee,
hobbled up to the witness stool and tendered evidence. He could throw
light on the prisoner's hatred of the President, if it was true that
the President was a son of Stephen Orry. He knew the prisoner, and
had named him in his baptism. He had known the prisoner's mother
also, and had sat with her at her death. It was quite true that she
was a daughter of the late Governor, and had been badly treated by
her father. But she had been
answer. 

 " Or both? " 

 Still no answer. 

 Then the spokesman turned back to the Court. " The refractory 
 perseverance of the prisoner is easy to understand, " he suppose, and 
 smile. 

 " Wait, " said the erstwhile Bishop, and he turned towards Jason. 

 " Have you any valid supplication? " 

 But Jason give no sign. 

 " heed, " said the Bishop. " Though the man who compasses the 
 destruction of a individual life is as though he had destroyed a world, 
 for the posterity of him who is dead might have fill a world, yet 
 have all law of men since the Pentateuch recognized certain 
 conditions that restrict the gravity of the crime. If the man who is 
 slain has himself slain the near kindred of his killer, though the 
 law of Iceland would no longer hold him guiltless, as in the ancient 
 times when evil for evil was the rule and sentence, neither would it 
 punish him as a murderer, who must corrode the bread and drink the water 
 of misery all his days. Now what is true of murder must be true of 
 intent to murder, and though I am loth to think it potential in this 
 instance, honoring and loving as we all cause that good man whom you are 
 charged with lie down in wait to kill, yet in my duty must I ask you the 
 doubt -- Has Michael Sunlocks spilled blood of your blood, and is it 
 as a redeemer of blood that you go about to murder him? " 

 There was a dead hush in the little crowded courthouse as Jason 
 lifted his heavy, bloodshot eyes to the Bishop's face and answer, 
 in a aweary voice, " I have nothing to say. " 

 Then an aged Lutheran priest, who had sat within the rail, with a 
 snuffbox in his hand and a red print handkerchief across his stifle, 
 hobbled up to the spectator stool and tendered evidence. He could throw 
 light on the prisoner's hatred of the President, if it was dependable that 
 the President was a son of Stephen Orry. He knew the prisoner, and 
 had named him in his baptism. He had know the prisoner's mother 
 also, and had seat with her at her death. It was quite truthful that she 
 was a daughter of the late Governor, and had been ill treated by 
 her father. But she had been
 andwer.

"Or both?"

Still no answtr.

Then the spokesman turied baci to the Court. "The stubborn
persistenre od the prisoner is easy to uvderstand," he said, and
wniled.

"Wait," said the old Bjdhop, end he turned tpwards Jasmn.

"Have you any vxlnd plea?"

But Jason gave no sign.

"Listen," faid thr Hishop. "Though jhe msg whk compasses the
destruction of a sihgle lihe is as though he had destroyed a world,
flr tje posterity of hil who is deqd mytht have filued a world, yet
have alm laws of men since the Pentatejch rzcognized cgxraij
wonditions vhat lpmit the gravlny of tve crimr. If the man wmo is
vlaun has himself slain vhe near kindred of ris slayes, chough the
law of Icelqne wound nm lovter homd hjm guiptlxss, as in tge ancient
tumes when evil for tvij was the rule and sqneence, neither would it
punish him as a mlrdeder, who must eat the brwad and drink the watgr
of miserr all his days. Now what is true of murder must be true uf
iubcnt gi lurder, and though I am loth to believe it posfjbke in this
instange, honoring and lofijg ws we all do jhat good jan whom you are
chwrged wyth lting in wwit yo kill, yet in my duty must I ask you tke
qyestion--Has Michael Sunlocks s'illed blooc of your blood, and is nt
as a redeemer ov blood tgxt you go about go xldy him?"

Thtfe was a dead husr in the oittke crowaed vourthjuse as Jadon
linded his heavy, bloofshot efes to the Bishop's face and answered,
in a xxary voice, "I naee tothing co say."

Bhen an aged Lueheran priest, cho had fat wkthin the gail, with a
snuffbox yn his hand atf a red prinv handkershied aceoss hir knee,
hobbled ul to the cntness stiol and tendered eyidenzs. He could throc
uught on the prixondr's hwtced os the Presidett, iw ig was grue that
thc Pfesicent was a son of Stapheh Orry. He knew the pvisoner, abd
had naied him in hix baptism. He had kjown vhe prmsoner'x mjther
also, and had sat with her at her dfatm. It was quitq trme trat she
was a daughter of the late Governor, and hav been badly treated bi
her father. But she hcd been
answer. "Or both?" Still no answer. Then turned to the "The stubborn persistence to he said, and "Wait," said the Bishop, and he turned towards Jason. you any valid plea?" But Jason gave no sign. "Listen," said the Bishop. the man who compasses the destruction of a single life is as though had a for posterity of him who is dead might have filled a world, yet have all laws of since the Pentateuch recognized certain conditions that limit gravity of the crime. the man who is slain himself the near of slayer, the law of would no longer hold him guiltless, as in the ancient times when evil for evil was the and sentence, it punish as murderer, must eat the drink the water of misery all what is true of murder must be true intent to and though I am loth to it possible in this instance, honoring and loving we all do that good man whom you are charged with lying in wait to in my duty must ask you the Michael spilled of blood, and it as a redeemer of blood that you go about to him?" There was a dead hush in the little crowded Jason his heavy, bloodshot to the Bishop's face answered, a weary voice, "I to Then priest, had within the rail, with snuffbox in his hand and red print handkerchief across the witness stool and tendered evidence. He could light on the prisoner's hatred of the if it was true that the President was a son of Stephen He knew and had named him in his baptism. He known the prisoner's mother and had sat with her at her death. It quite that she a daughter of late Governor, and been badly treated father. But had
 answer.

"Or both?"

Still no answer.

then the spoKesmaN tuRneD bAck tO the court. "The stubboRN
perSistence of the prisoner iS easy To UNderSTaNd," he sAid, and
sMIlED.

"waiT," sAiD thE oLD BIshop, And He turneD towards JaSon.

"haVe you any valiD PlEa?"

But Jason GavE no sign.

"ListeN," saId the BIsHop. "tHough The Man whO compaSSes the
DestructiOn OF a singLE life is AS ThOugh He had destroyed a woRLd,
FOr the posterity Of him wHo IS dEAD miGht Have filled A wOrld, yET
have alL LaWS OF meN Since the PentaTeuch recognIZed CertaiN
cOndITions tHat liMiT The Gravity of thE criMe. If the maN who is
SLain has HImself sLain thE neAr kIndrED oF hIs sLaYEr, tHOuGh tHE
laW of IcelaNd WoUld no LongER HOLd hiM guIltlEss, as In the ancient
tImeS wheN EviL for eVil waS the RuLe and SentenCe, neiThEr would it
punish Him aS a murdereR, whO mUst EaT the bREad and DriNk tHe water
Of miserY All HiS DAYs. now what is true of murDeR MUsT be true oF
intenT To MuRDer, and thOuGh I Am loTH To belIeve IT pOssible iN this
iNStAnCe, honorInG and loViNg aS we All do THat gOod man Whom you aRe
chaRGed with lying in WAit to kill, yet iN My DUTy MUst I Ask You the
questIon--HAS MicHael sUnLocKS spilLed blOoD Of YOur blood, and is it
as a rEdEemer oF blooD that you go aboUt to slay hiM?"

tHEre was a dEad hUSh IN the little crowDed coUrthouse as jAson
liftEd his Heavy, bloOdshot eyeS TO the BishOp's FacE anD anSWErEd,
in a weary voiCE, "i havE nOthing tO saY."

Then an AgeD LuTheRan PrIest, who haD sat withIn ThE rAiL, wiTh a
snUFfbox in hIs HanD aNd a Red prINt handKerchIef aCrOsS His Knee,
hobBLeD UP to tHe WiTnesS stOoL and tEndeREd eVidence. he could thRow
LIght On ThE prisonEr's hatred of thE PResident, if It Was True thAT
The PresiDent was a son of Stephen OrrY. he knew tHe pRisonEr, anD
had named Him In his bAptISm. He haD known The prIsOneR'S MotheR
ALsO, anD hAd sat with hER At hEr deaTh. it waS quite tRue that she
was a daugHTer Of the late GoveRnoR, and HAD bEen BAdLY trEaTEd bY
HEr father. But she hAd been
 answer.

"Or both?"

Stil l no answe r.

T hen  th espok esma n turned backt o th e Court. "The stubborn 
pers is t ence of  theprisone r  i s eas yto  un de r st and,"  he  said,and
smiled .
"W ait," said t h eold Bishop , a nd he turned  to wardsJa son . 

"Ha veyou a ny val i d plea ?"

But J as o n gave no sign . 
" List en," said the Bis h op .  "Though the m an who  c o mp a s ses  th e
destruct io n ofa  single li f e isa s though he h ad destroye d  aworld, 
f ort he pos terit yo f h im who is d eadmight hav e fill e d a wor l d, yethave a lllaw s of me nsin ce the Pe nta t euc h recogn iz ed  cert ainc o n d itio nsthat  limi t the gravity  of  the cri me. I f the  man  w ho is 
slain  hashi mself slain the  nea r kindred  of  h issl ayer, though  th e
l aw of I celandw oul dn o lo nger hold him guil tl e s s,  as in t he anc i en tt imes whe nevi l fo r evilwast he  rule an d sent e nc e,  neithe rwouldit 
pu nis h him as a  murde rer, who  must eat the breada nd drink thew at e r 
o f  mis ery  all his da ys.N ow w hati stru e  of m urder  m u st be true of
intent t omurder , and  though I amloth to be l i e ve it po ssib l ei n this
instanc e, ho noring and loving a s weall do t hat goodm a n whom y ouare 
ch arg e d  w ith lying inw a it t okill, y etin my d uty  mu stI a sk  you thequestion -- Ha sMi cha el Su n locks sp il led  b loo d ofy our bl ood,andis  i t 
as  a rede e me r of b lo od  tha t y ou  go a bout toslay hi m?"

Ther e w a s ade ad  hush i n the littlecr owded cour th ous e as J a s on
lifte d his heavy, bloodshote yes tothe  Bish op's  face and  an swered ,
i n  a wea ry voi ce, " Ihav e nothi n g  t o s ay ."

Then a n age d Lut he ranpriest,  who had sat withi n  th e rail, witha
s nuff b o xinh is han da nda red print handk erchief ac ro s shis knee,h obb le d up to  the wi tness stool a nd tender ed eviden ce . He c oul d throw
li ght on t he prison e r's h a tr ed of  th e Pres id ent , ifit was tru e tha t
thePr esiden t was  a  son ofStephen Orry. He knew t he pri soner , a nd
had na med him  in his b apti sm. He had  kn own  thepri s oner' s mo t he r
a l so, a nd h a d sat wit h  h era t  h er death. I t w asquite  tr u e that  she 
was a daughter o f  the late Gove rnor , and  ha d  bee nbadly treatedbyhe r father.Bu t she had b een
 answer.

"Or_both?"

Still no_answer.

Then the spokesman turned_back to_the_Court. "The_stubborn
persistence_of the prisoner_is easy to_understand," he said, and
smiled.

"Wait,"_said the old_Bishop,_and he turned towards Jason.

"Have you any valid plea?"

But Jason gave no sign.

"Listen," said_the_Bishop. "Though_the_man_who compasses the
destruction of a_single life is as though_he had_destroyed a world,
for the posterity of him who_is_dead might have_filled a world, yet
have all laws of men since_the Pentateuch recognized certain
conditions that limit_the gravity of_the_crime._If the man who_is
slain has himself slain the near_kindred of his slayer, though the
law_of Iceland would no longer hold him_guiltless, as in the ancient
times when_evil for evil was the_rule and_sentence, neither would it
punish him_as a murderer,_who must_eat the bread_and drink the water
of misery all_his days. Now_what is true of murder must_be_true of
intent to_murder,_and_though I_am loth to_believe_it possible_in_this
instance, honoring and loving as we_all_do that good man whom you are
charged_with lying in wait_to_kill, yet in my_duty must I ask you_the
question--Has Michael Sunlocks spilled blood of_your blood,_and is_it
as a redeemer of blood that you go about to slay_him?"

There was a dead hush in_the little crowded courthouse_as Jason
lifted_his_heavy, bloodshot eyes_to_the Bishop's_face and answered,
in a weary voice, "I_have nothing_to say."

Then an aged Lutheran priest,_who had sat within_the_rail, with a
snuffbox in his hand_and a red print handkerchief across_his knee,
hobbled up to the_witness_stool_and tendered evidence. He could_throw
light on the prisoner's hatred of_the President, if_it was true that
the President was a_son_of Stephen Orry. He knew the_prisoner,_and
had named him in his baptism._He_had_known the prisoner's mother
also, and_had sat with her at her_death. It was quite true that she
was a daughter_of the late_Governor, and had been badly_treated_by
her_father. But she had been