"Not a moment, I assure you," came the reply. "Trafford sent Major Flannel's curling-stones hurtling down the bob-run, and spoilt the formation of my advance guard. In the confusion they rushed us, and,—as I understood you did not want us to be wiped out,—we bolted manfully for the abatis. Here we are, and here we'll remain as long as you wish."
"And what's happening in the Marienkastel?" asked the Commander-in-Chief.
"Bernhardt's holding it in force."
"And his guns?"
"Are being slowly dragged up the snow slope."
"How long will it take to get them in position?"
"At least an hour. The sun has made the snow soft."
"Thank you," said Meyer. "Stay where you are, please, till further orders," and replacing the receiver he rose to his feet.
"Now, sire," he said, "the King can move more than one step at a time."
"In what direction?"