'Bid the Princess flee.

All is lost,' he whispered.

And the next moment he was babbling for his life among the multitude.
Five minutes later the wild-eyed servant burst into the armoury.

'All is lost!' he cried.

'The Chancellor bids you flee.' And at the same time, looking through the window, Seraphina saw the black rush of the populace begin to invade the lamplit avenue.
'Thank you, Georg,' she said.