  And still
muttering, he approached the King and said impressively--

Sh!  I will tell you a secret!  He bent down to impart it, but
checked himself, and assumed a listening attitude.  After a moment
or two he went on tiptoe to the window-opening, put his head out, and
peered around in the gloaming, then came tiptoeing back again, put his
face close down to the Kings, and whispered--

I am an archangel!

The King started violently, and said to himself, Would God I were with
the outlaws again; for lo, now am I the prisoner of a madman!  His
apprehensions were heightened, and they showed plainly in his face.