"All right, you kids," said the guard who was standing on the other side of the door (who incidentally wore a size seventeen uniform), "you come along with me." He took Let firmly by one arm and Alter by the other and marched them down the hall. "I'm warning you to keep quiet," the guard said to Let as they turned the last corner.
Three minutes later they were outside the castle. As the guard passed another uniformed man at the Sentry's post, he said, "More stupid kids trying to break into the palace."
"What a night," said the guard and scratched his head. "A girl too?"
"Looks like it," said the guard who was escorting Alter and the Prince. "I'm taking them to be photographed."
"Sure," answered the guard, and saluted.
The two children were marched down the street toward the guard house. Before they got there, they were turned off into a side street. Then suddenly the guard was gone. A black-haired boy with green eyes was coming toward them.
"Is this the Prince?" Tel asked.
"Un-huh," said Alter.
"Who are you?" Let asked. "Where are you taking me?"
"My name is Tel. I'm a fisherman's son."