Then came again the clash and the slitherings; and one of them crossed into her view.

She knew the tall figure and she saw the red hair: it was the king.

Backward step by step he seemed to be driven, coming nearer and nearer to the door.

At last there was no more than a foot between him and her; only the crazy panel prevented her putting out her hand to touch him.

Again the voice of Rupert rang out in rich exultation, "I have you now! Say your prayers, King Rudolf!" "Say your prayers!" Then they fought.