Felsenburk, and yet unforgotten were the pain and anger which he felt when he heard of her mysterious disappearance. But here was no illusive trick of his imagination; he really saw Maria Felicia among the Brethren. When he greeted her she stepped back, as much surprised as he.
“It—is—really you!” said the Emperor once more, and his old warmth suddenly returned. “But what are you doing among these people?”
“I share their fate, imperial master; at your command I go into exile,” Maria Felicia answered with her old dignity.
The Emperor was startled.
“Surely, my decree does not extend to you,” he said in a wavering tone.
Maria Felicia smiled bitterly. That reproachful smile moved the Emperor.
“The liberty that your majesty is pleased to offer is tendered not only to certain nations, then, but also specifies certain individuals? Some are permitted to believe what others are forbidden? I thank your majesty for
