Julie, his Julie of the starry blue eyes and the deep gold hair to be condemned and executed as a spy! A cold shiver seized him again.
Then came sudden enlightenment.

Auersperg was medieval.

In his heart he arrogated to himself the right of justice, the upper, the middle and the low, and all other kinds, but he had ability and mingled with it an extreme order of cunning.

Julie of the Red Cross, a healer of wounds and disease, would not be held a prisoner, but Julie, a spy, would be kept a close captive, and her life would be in the hands of the general commanding those who had taken her.

Oh, it was cunning! So cunning that its success seemed complete, and he thrilled in every vein with pain and anger.
"Are you ill ?" asked the good Johanna, who had noticed the sudden deepening of his pallor.
"Not at all, thank you," he replied, forcing himself to speak in a level tone.