Release the gentlemen." The Count's arm slowly unwound.

Hillars pressed down the sabre points with his hands and shook off the hand of one of the cavalrymen.
"If it be Your Highness' will," he said, "we will throw these intruders into the road.

Might is right," waving his hand to the door which led to the barroom.
The innkeeper and three others filed into the room, grimly and silently.

They were armed.
For the first time the Prince lost patience.
"This is all very well, Your Highness," he sneered.

"You misunderstand the limits of your power to command." "Not in any part," said Gretchen.