The din was constant.

For hours, after he had been taken to a cell in the central police station, he lay awake and listened.

Guns rumbled through the streets, motor cars chugged all through the night.
He was aroused in the morning by sounds of frantic, steady cheering, and when the guard brought him his breakfast, he asked what that meant.

The man's eyes lighted up.
"The Little Father has come to be with his soldiers!" he said.

"He has come to give us his blessing and bid us fight for him and Holy Russia! How can we lose now ?" "The Czar himself ?" said Fred.