"You do not appreciate my estimate of that gentleman."
"What is to become of me!" she almost sobbed, in an anguish of fear. "I see now--I see plainly! It was Gabriel, and he would have done as you say." A shudder ran through her figure and he tenderly whispered in her ear: "The danger is past. He can do no more, your Highness. Were I positive that he is the man--and I believe he is--I would hunt him down this night."
Her eyes closed happily under his gaze, her hand dropped timidly from his arm and a sweet sense of security filled her soul.
"I am not afraid," she murmured.
"Because I am here?" he asked, bending nearer.
"Because God can bless with the same hand that punishes," she answered, enigmatically, lifting her lashes again and looking into his eyes with a love at last unmasked. "He gives me a man to love and denies me happiness. He makes of me a woman, but He does not unmake me a princess. Through you, He thwarts a villain; through you, He crushes the innocent. More than ever, I thank you for coming into my life. You and you alone, guided by the God who loves and despises me, saved me from Gabriel."
"I only ask--" he began, eagerly, but she interrupted.
"You should not ask anything, for I have said I cannot pay. I owe to you all I have, but cannot pay the debt."
"I shall not again forget," he murmured.
"To-morrow, if you like, I will take you over the castle and let you see the squalor in which I exist,--my throne room, my chapel, my banquet hall, my ball room, my conservatory, my sepulchre. You may say it is wealth, but I shall call it poverty," she said, after they had watched the black monastery cut a square corner from the moon's circle.
"To-morrow, if you will be so kind."
"Perhaps I may be poorer after I have saved Graustark," she said.
"I would to God I could save you from that!" he said.
"I would to God you could," she said. Her manner changed suddenly. She laughed gaily, turning a light face to his. "I hear your friend's laugh out there in the darkness. It is delightfully infectious."