know! And so you can love at last, my queen!—all that ransom for one wild mountaineer! But you shall only ransom him one way, Miladi; only by—forsaking him."
"I will never forsake him."
"So! Then his wedding-night will be his last."
Her hand worked with a fierce, rapid, clenching movement on the butt of the pistoL
"Wait," she said, slowly, while each word fell on the silence like the falling of the great slow drops of a storm. "You threaten him? One word from me, and he will give you over to justice for your crime to him. One shot this moment from me, and he will be here to take his vengeance."
He shrank slightly, for cowardice was ingrained in him; but he knew how to deal with the brave and generous nature of the woman whom he tortured. He looked her full in the eyes.
"True. You might send me to the galleys. But you will not."
Her lips parted, her breast heaved, a great shudder shook her. She answered nothing.
"You can summon your lover," he pursued, after a pause. "You can tell him of my 'crime,' and—also of my tie to you. You can see us fall on each
