But the broadaxe was a blessed thought of the little Helene's, and helped to keep the castle right valiantly.
Yet I can testify that I was glad with more than mere joy when I heard the "Trot, trot!" of the Prince's archers coming at the wolf's lope, all in each other's footsteps, along the narrow ledge of the village street.
"Hurrah, lads!" I shouted; "quick and help us!" And then at the sound of them the turmoil emptied itself as quickly as it had come.

The rabble of ill-doers melted through the wide outer door, where the archers received and attended to them there.

Some precipitated themselves over the cliff.

Others were straightway knocked down, stunned, and bound.

Some died suddenly.