The Wolf will drive all to destruction.
"But see--" she sighed, and paused the while as if that which she saw next touched her--"from the swelter in the rear comes a young soldier.

He has lost his helmet.

I see his head.

It is a fair head with crisp curls.
He has a sword in his hand and he lays well about him.

He cuts a way to the Prince--he bestrides his body.
"Give way there, scullions, that I may see more!" she cried, impetuously, and waved her hand before her eyes, which were fixed expressionless on the crystal.