I obeyed him, cheered and comforted, spite of my grief.
“There, now that you have got a dash of color, and have ceased trembling, tell me how you got away. Did any one attempt to stop you?” said Chaleco, at length.
“No one knew—I ran away!”
He laughed.
“That was right—the old blood there. But Papita’s money—you did not leave that behind?”
“No, I have it here. Do you want it?”
“I? by the Sphinxs! no, it would burn my soul. The gold is yours—everything in the coffer is yours. Papita’s curse would consume any other who touched it.”
“But what can I do with it?”
Chaleco laughed till his white teeth shone again.
“What can you do with it?” he said. “Anything, anything. It will take you to Granada—make a queen of you.”