Presently, at the trampling of the feet of so many horses, people began to throng to their doors, and children peered out at windows and cried to each other shrilly: "See the Christians!" For so, being but lately pagans themselves, if not partly so to this day, these outlandish men of the border No Man's Land denominated us of the south.
Presently we came to an open space sloping away from the sheer cliff, where was a wall and a door greater than the others.
Jorian rode directly up to the gate, which was of the same dull brick-red as the rest of the curious town.

He took the butt of his lance and thumped and banged lustily upon it.

For a time there was no reply, but the number of heads thrust out at neighboring windows and the swarms of townsfolk on the pathways before and behind us enormously increased.
Jorian thundered again, kicking with his foot and swearing explosively in mingled Wendish and German.

Then he took the point of his spear, and, setting it to a hole in the wall above his head, he hooked out an entire wooden window-frame, as one is taught to pull out a shrimp with a pin on the shore of the Baltic Sea.
Whereupon a sudden outcry arose within the house, and a head popped angrily out of the aperture so suddenly created.

But as instantly it returned within.