And I say to you if you do these cruel things, dismiss his excellency and bring war and death to Ehrenstein, I will never forgive you, never, never! You are wrong, wrong, and I, your daughter, tell you so frankly.

Leave it to me.
There will be neither war nor humiliation." As the duke gazed at her the wrath gathering in his throat receded and his admiration grew.

His daughter! She was a princess, indeed, as she stood there, fearless, resolute, beautiful.

And her very beauty gave recurrence to his wrath.

A fool of a king he was, a fool of a king! "My dear child," he said, "I have suffered too much at the hands of Jugendheit.