The man who ran was running in the direction of Stuttgart.
"Yes, your garret will do," said Wogan, in quite a different voice.

He had begun to think that this night he would sleep, and he realised now that he must not.

The man might be running on his own business, but this was the last night before Wogan would reach his friends.

Stuttgart was only three miles away.

He could take no risks, and so he must stay awake with his sword upon his knees.