"Because I am the Queen's friend."
"I have given a message that you are here and in danger," said Herr Krantz, returning.
"Thanks. Are your shutters sound?"
"I believe so, Excellency."
"I am glad to hear it. I think we should be well advised to go to an upper window and survey the prospect."
Krantz assented, and led the way up a dark and narrow stair to a room on the first floor. Opening the double windows, Trafford surveyed a scene of many heads; the confined thoroughfare was literally crammed with a sea of human beings. All were shouting, and those whose position enabled them to do so were banging against the defences with sticks and fists.
"I trust Herr Krantz's shutters are as sound as he thinks," he muttered looking down on the surging mass of his enemies. "What an excitable folk these good Weidenbruckers are! I suppose that cross-grained beast, Von Hügelweiler, has been concocting some evil tale about me, and is egging them on to pull me to pieces in revenge for his defeat on the Rundsee. But he finds me in good fighting trim, and I will follow up that blow on the nose with other attentions if I get half a chance."
He craned his head sideways, to take full stock of his adversaries, and as he did so it came into contact with a huge icicle, one of the many that hung like gigantic dragon's teeth from the over-hanging eaves. The slight shock to his cranium instilled a fresh idea.
"Have you any snow on your roof, Herr Krantz?" he asked, drawing back into the room.
"The pitch is steep and throws off the snow, Excellency, but there may be a hundredweight or two."