The troopers drew their swords as if to interpose (and in those days it was considered better to leave these reckless gentlemen alone when they had booty in their hands, however come by, and no doubt they were in league with the host of the inn); but the character of the dialogue between the farmer and the child was so astounding that the men remained mute and motionless, whilst the leader of the gang, who had heard something of the words, came hurrying to the spot, to see that his prize was safe.
He was quite prepared to make short work of farmer and men alike if there should be any futile attempt at rescue.

The man knew his trade, and long habit had made him utterly reckless of human life.
But the words he heard exchanged between the child and the farmer held him spellbound, too.
"I was playing with the prince," cried Paul, loud enough for all to hear.

"He bid me take his collar and cap and be prince in fantasy, whilst he was my esquire.

Afterwards, when he was weary, he lay down to rest, and these fellows caught me and carried me off, thinking I was prince indeed.

I would not tell them what they had done, lest they should return and capture him.