The roar of conflict was not confined to one side of the Square now. Street after street took up the fight. The soldiers were attacking from every quarter. The sharp command to charge rang out more often, and the sudden growl of the hand-to-hand struggles was fiercer and longer and more continuous. Here and there was an ominous bending inward of a mass of defenders, but it was straightened again by mere force of numbers.
"They want more men there," said Ellerey, pointing with his sword to one place.
Maritza gave a quick order to a man near her, and immediately other men were hurrying to strengthen the position.
"Who commands?" asked Ellerey, turning to the Baron.
"The Princess," was the answer.
"A dozen leaders fight for me," said Maritza; "but I look to you and the Baron to advise me."
"What forces have you in the city beside these?" Ellerey asked, turning to Petrescu.
"Many are hurrying to join us," he answered.
"And will have to fight their way to us," said Ellerey. "We must hold the Square at all costs, for I see no line of retreat."
"Retreat!" exclaimed Maritza. "There is no retreat for me. To-day makes me Queen in Wallaria or nothing."