It was like the hide-and-seek which I used to play with Boldo, my blood-hound puppy, among the dusty waste of the lumber-room over the Hall of Judgment, before my father took him back to the kennels for biting Christian's Elsa, a child who lived in the lower Guard opposite to the Red Tower.
But this was a stranger hide-and-seek than mine and Boldo's had been.

For I saw one of the men who cried hatefully to the guard stumble on the slippery ice; and lo! or ever he had time to cry out or gather himself up, the men-at-arms were upon him.

I saw the glitter of stabbing steel and heard the sickening sound of blows stricken silently in anger.

Then the soldiers took the man up by head and heels carelessly, jesting as they went.

And I shuddered, for I knew that they were bringing him to the horrible long sheds by the Red Tower through which the wind whistled.