His island pride was face to face with a greater-greater than he had ever dreamed of. "Bid yon cooks give me some broth," he said gruffly. "I am faint. After I have eaten I will speak with you." He was given food, and as he ate he thought. He was on trial before these men of Lacedaemon. More, the old faith of the islands, the pride of the first masters, was at stake in his hands.