and he that humbleth
himself shall be exalted. Our young President has this day sat down
in the lowest room; and if he must needs leave us, having his own
reasons that are none of ours, may the Lord cause His face to shine
upon him, and comfort him in all his adversities."

Then there was but one voice in that assembly, the voice of a loud
Amen. And Michael Sunlocks had risen again with a white face and dim
eyes, to return his thanks, and say his last word before the vote for
his release should be taken, when there was a sudden commotion, a
sound of hurrying feet, a rush, a startled cry, and at the next
moment a company of soldiers had entered the house from the cell
below, and stood with drawn swords on the floor.

Before anyone had recovered from his surprise one of the soldiers had
spoken. "Gentlemen," he said, "the door is locked--you are prisoners
of the King of Denmark."

"Betrayed!" shouted fifty voices at once, and then there was wild
confusion.

"So this mysterious mummery is over at last," said the leader of the
Levellers, rising up with rigid limbs, and a scared and whitened
face. "Now we know why we have all been brought here to-night.
Betrayed indeed,--and _there_ stands the betrayer."

So saying he pointed scornfully at Michael Sunlocks, who stood where
he had risen, with the look of deep emotion hardly yet banished from
his face by the look of bewilderment that followed it.

"False," Michael Sunlocks cried. "It is false as hell."

But in that quick instant the people looked at him with changed eyes,
and received his words with a groan of rage that silenced him.

That night Jorgen Jorgensen sailed up the fiord, and, landing at
Reykjavik, took possession of it, and the second Republic of Iceland
was at an end.

That night, too, when the Fairbrothers, headed by Thurstan, trudged
through the streets on their way to Government House, looking to
receive the reward that had been promised them, they were elbowed by
a drunken company of the Danes who frequented the drinking-shops on
the Cheapstead.

"Why, here are his brothers," shouted one of the roysterers, pointing
at the Fairbrothers.

"His brothers! His brothers!" shouted twenty more.

Thurstan tried to protest and Jacob to fraternize, but all was
useless. The brethren were attacked for the relation they had claimed
with the traitor who had fallen, and thus the six worthy and
unselfish souls who had come to Iceland for gain and lost everything