“It does not become a prince of the Church to sneer at Heaven or its power,” said the Empress, severely. “Nothing was further from my intention, madame, but you must excuse me if I did not expect to see the Heavenly Hosts commanded by a young man so palpably German. Still all this is aside from the point. Will you retire, or must I reluctantly use force?” “I advise your lordship not to appeal to force.” The old man of Treves rose slowly to his feet, an ominous glitter in his eyes. He stood for some minutes regarding angrily the woman before him, as if to give her time to reconsider her stubborn resolve to hold her ground. Then raising his voice the Elector cried: “Men of Treves! enter!” While one might count ten, dense silence followed this outcry, the seated Electors for the first time glancing at their leader with looks of apprehension. “Treves! Treves! Treves!” That potent name reverberated from the lips of its master, who had never known its magic to fail in calling round him stout defenders, and who could not yet believe that its power should desert him at this juncture. Again there was no response. “As did the prophet of old, ye call on false gods.” The low vibrant voice of the Empress swelled like the tones of a rich organ as the firm command she had held over herself seemed about to depart. “Lord Wilhelm, give them a name, that carries authority in its sound.” Wilhelm strode forward from the door, raised his glittering sword high above his head and shouted: “THE EMPEROR! Cheer, ye woodland wolves!” With a downward sweep of his sword, he cut the two silken cords which, tied to a ring near the door, held up the tapestry. The hangings fell instantly like the drop curtain of a theatre, its rustle overwhelmed in the vociferous yell that rang to the echoing roof. “Forward! Close up your ranks!” With simultaneous movement the men stepped over the folds on the floor and stood shoulder to shoulder, an endless oval line of living warriors, surrounding the startled group in the centre of the great hall. “Aloft, rope-men.” Four men, with ropes wound round their bodies, detached themselves from the circle, and darting to the four corners of the room, climbed like squirrels until they reached the tunnelled roofing, where, making their way to the centre with a dexterity that was marvellous, they threw their ropes over the timbers and came spinning down to the floor, like gigantic spiders, each suspended on his own line. The four men, looped nooses in hand, took up positions behind the four Electors, all of whom were now on their feet. Wilhelm saluted the Empress, bringing the hilt of his sword to his forehead, and stepped back. The lady spoke: