"I can hold him while you take it! But, for Heaven's sake, don't drop it!" Philip turned upon the crowd.

"Run! all of you!" he shouted.

"Run like the devil!" At that instant the boy King and his Queen Mother, herself still young and beautiful, and cloaked with a dignity and sorrow that her robes of mourning could not intensify, appeared in the doorway.
"Go back, sir!" warned Philip.

"He means to kill you!" At the words and at sight of the struggling men, the great lady swayed helplessly, her eyes filled with terror.

Her son sprang protectingly in front of her.