"Tell me your name."
"Browne."
The trooper glanced towards the advancing police.
"Mount, sir. Ride for your life!"
Brand swung to the saddle. "Where's the Queen?" he asked.
"At the Opera." The trooper snatched a white glove from his helmet. "Send this to our Lady."
"Thank you," said Brand, "I'll tell her how you served." And so broke away at a gallop.
The trooper, drawing his sword, turned upon the police, and delayed them with the formalities of his surrender.