Perhaps you can guess the rest, it is a common story here.

I was offered my freedom at a price, that I should weave myself into this man's heart, I who am held fair, and make him my lover.

If I failed, then perhaps I should be sold as a slave--perhaps worse.

I accepted--why should I not?
It was a small thing to me.

On the one hand, life, freedom, and wealth, an hidalgo of good blood and a gallant friend for a little while, and, on the other, the last shame or blackness which doubtless await me now--if I am found out.