"You--you don't know.

Let them alone, you fool! It's not our business.

Let them alone." "Let me go, mother, let me go! Mother, I must help the king!" "I'll not let you go," said Mother Holf.
But Rosa was young and strong; her heart was fired with terror for the king's danger.
"I must go," she cried; and she flung her mother's grasp off from her so that the old woman was thrown back into her chair, and the spoon fell from her hand and clattered on the tiles.

But Rosa turned and fled down the passage and through the shop.

The bolts delayed her trembling fingers for an instant.