Before they departed from thence, when Mettius, in accordance with the treaty which had been concluded, asked Tullus what his orders were, he ordered him to keep his young men under arms, for he intended to employ them, if a war should break out with the Veientes.  After this both armies were led away to their homes.  Horatius marched in front, carrying before him the spoils of the three brothers:  his maiden sister, who had been betrothed to one of the Curiatii, met him before the gate Capena;[23] and having recognised on her brother’s shoulders the military robe of her betrothed, which she herself had worked, she tore her hair, and with bitter wailings called by name on her deceased lover.  The sister’s lamentations in the midst of his own victory, and of such great public rejoicings, raised the ire of the hot-tempered youth.  So, having drawn his sword, he ran the maiden through the body, at the same time reproaching her with these words:  “Go hence with thy ill-timed love to thy spouse, forgetful of thy brothers that are dead, and of the one who survives—­forgetful of thy country.  So fare every Roman woman who shall mourn an enemy.”  This deed seemed cruel to the fathers and to the people; but his recent services outweighed its enormity.  Nevertheless he was dragged before the king for judgment.  The king, however, that he might not himself be responsible for a decision so melancholy, and so disagreeable in the view of the people, or for the punishment consequent on such decision, having summoned an assembly of the people, declared, “I appoint, according to law, duumvirs to pass sentence on Horatius for treason.”  The law was of dreadful formula.  “Let the duumvirs pass sentence for treason.  If he appeal from the duumvirs, let him contend by appeal; if they shall gain the cause, let the lictor cover his head, hang him by a rope on the accursed tree, scourge him either within the pomerium,[24]or without the pomerium.”  The duumvirs appointed in accordance with this decision, who did not consider that, according to that law, they could acquit the man even if innocent, having condemned him, then one of them said:  “Publius Horatius, I judge thee guilty of treason.  Lictor, bind his hands.”  The lictor had approached him, and was commencing to fix the rope round his neck.  Then Horatius, on the advice of Tullus, a merciful interpreter of the law, said, “I appeal.”  Accordingly the matter was contested before the people as to the appeal.  At that trial the spectators were much affected, especially on Publius Horatius the father declaring that he considered his daughter to have been deservedly slain; were it not so, that he would by virtue of his authority as a father have inflicted punishment on his son.  He then entreated them that they would not render him childless, one whom but a little while ago they had beheld blessed with a fine progeny.  During these words the old man, having embraced the youth, pointing to the spoils of the Curiatii hung up in that place which is now