But how?
what men?
The Prince's servants--yes.

They had a personal affection.

They will be true, if any.' 'O, not them!' she cried.

'Take Sabra, my own man.' 'Sabra! The grand-mason ?' returned the Chancellor, aghast.

'If he but saw this, he would sound the tocsin--we should all be butchered.' She measured the depth of her abasement steadily.