I pledge my honour to be the champion of this city, and the enemy of its Destroyer.' When Philip had said this, Mr.Noah drew forth a bright silver-hilted sword and held it over him.
'You must be knighted,' he said; 'those among my audience who have read any history will be aware that no mere commoner can expect to conquer a dragon.

We must give our would-be Deliverer every chance.

So I will make him a knight.' He tapped Philip lightly on the shoulder and said, 'Rise up, Sir Philip!' This was really grand, and Philip felt new courage as Mr.Noah handed him the silver sword, and all the people cheered.
But as the cheers died down, a thin and disagreeable voice suddenly said: 'But _I_ claim to be the Deliverer too.' It was like a thunderbolt.

Every one stopped cheering and stood with mouth open and head turned towards the person who had spoken.

And the person who had spoken was the smartly dressed lady in the motor veil, whom Philip had seen among the ruins.
'A trespasser! a trespasser!' cried the crowd; 'to prison with it!' and angry, threatening voices began to arise.
'I'm no more a trespasser than he is,' said the voice, 'and if I say I am the Deliverer, you can't stop me.