And as she spoke all that I had loved and known began to pass from before me.

I forgot my father.

I forgot the Red Tower.

I forgot (God forgive me, yet help it I could not!) the little Princess Playmate and her sweetest eyes.
I forgot all else save this lithe, serpentine maiden with the massive crown of burned and tawny gold upon her head.
"I see," she began, "a long street and many men struggling on it--the Wolf of the Wolfmark, the Eagle of Plassenburg are face to face.

I see Red Karl the Prince.