ison."

"I? Zara de Echeveria, to _prison_?"

"Yes."

"And you?"

"To the same place."

"How long are we to be detained there?"

"Only a sufficient time for us to pass through it and take our
departure by another door, to enter another carriage, and to be driven
to the house of a friend."

"Ah! I begin to understand. To whose house, then?"

"To the house of Prince Michael."

"I cannot go there! Oh, indeed, I cannot go there!"

"You must disappear for a time, Zara. The prince is my friend and
yours; more than that, he loves you, and better than all, he is a
prince among men as well as a Prince in rank. Will you not still trust
me?"

She sighed and said no more, but as the _britzska_ dashed onward she
nestled closer to me, as though she found comfort in the thought that
the authority was taken out of her hands, and when at last we came to a
stop before the prison doors, she whispered:

"I trust you. Do with me as you will. I will obey."

Within the prison, I found Canfield awaiting me, and I gave him and
Coyle a few hurried instructions; but we were soon on the road again,
and in due time arrived at the house of the prince, we passing in by a
side entrance. Presently, courtly and grave, but as white as mental
suffering can render the face of a man, he came to us.

"You are welcome," he said, extending his hand, first to her and then
to me. "The house is at your disposal, princess, and I need not say
that there are no servants here to spy on you. I know them all, and
your presence will be as secret as the grave."

She thanked him, and was proceeding to explain some of the
circumstances which had brought us there when he stopped her with a
gesture.

"It is true that I do not understand," he said, "but Dubravnik is my
best friend and he will tell me all that is necessary to tell. In the
meantime, I am commanded by his majesty, the czar, to remain at the
palace for a few days. Let me entreat you to regard everything here as
your own."

"Twenty-four hours will suffice, prince," I said. "After that time the
princess can return in safety to her own home."

"Then, if you will excuse me," he murmured, bowing low over Zara's
hand, "I will proceed at once to the palace, where I am even now
expected. I will await you there, Dubravnik," he added, and the glance
that he cast upon me made me wonder if I had not, perhaps, trusted--or,
rather, tried--this chivalrous man too far, in taking the princess to
his hous