You ask me how I know that, how I can prove it?
I was there, I, Dolores de Mendoza, his daughter, was there unseen in my lover's chamber when he was murdered.

While he was alive I gave him all, my heart, my soul, my maiden honour; and I was there to-night, and had been with him long.

But now that he is dead, I will pay for my father's life with my dishonour.

He must not die, for he is innocent.

Grandees of Spain, as you are men of honour, he must not die, for he is one of you, and this foul deed was not his." She ceased, her lids drooped till her eyes were half closed and she swayed a little as she stood.