I am still mistress here, never more mistress than this day.

Woe to you if you forget it." He blenched and cringed before her, muttering incoherently.
"I know," she said, "I read you! And now the keys.

Go, bring them to me! And if by chance I find the wicket unlocked when I come down, pray, Carlat, pray! For you will have need of prayers." He slunk away, the men with him; and she fell to pacing the roof feverishly.

Now and then she extended her arms, and low cries broke from her, as from a dumb creature in pain.

Wherever she looked, old memories rose up to torment her and redouble her misery.