"I haven't the least doubt that you will kill me in the end.

She may not be here to protect me after--after the assassination." "She is prepared to die by the same bomb that slays the Prince," was all that Brutus would say in response to this, but King observed the sly look that went round amongst them.

He knew then that they meant to kill him in the end.
Afterward, in his little room, he writhed in the agony of helplessness.
The Prince, his court, the government--all were to be blasted to satisfy the end of this sickening conspiracy.

Loraine! She, too, was doomed! He groaned aloud in his misery and awe.
Food and water came after that, but he ate and drank little, so depressed had he become.

He sought for every means of escape that suggested itself to him.