Her lip quivered and her eyes fell.
"Yes," he repeated, "I am king in Strelsau.

Keep your hands out of mischief and your tongue quiet." She made no answer.

He passed on.

I was following, but as I went by her the old woman clutched my arm.

"In God's name, who is he ?" she whispered.
"Are you mad ?" I asked, lifting my brows.