In an instant, however, Ellen rose from her seat, and falling on her knees before the King, held up her hands, and with tears in her eyes begged for his life.
The King turned and smiled, and motioning to a corner, the slave rose, and crouched in it.
“Move an inch or utter a word,” said he, “and you die.”
“He is deaf and dumb,” said Ellen; “spare the poor docile, faithful creature. Be merciful, stranger—for pity’s sake, harm him not; he is the only friend I have!”
“Ah, I forgot, so he is deaf and dumb,” said the King. “I have heard Blood speak of this eunuch before. For your sake, sweet lady, I spare him. But, if deaf, why was he listening?”
“He was praying, sir; that is his usual position when at prayers.”
“Ah! so be it, then; I never pray myself—I have forgotten how.”
This he said with a sneering smile, and as he turned towards Ellen, he dropped upon one knee, and with the sweetest of smiles whispered,
“Fly, lady—fly with me! I have heard of your cruel captivity, and have come to release you. All is ready for our flight.”
So speaking he rose, and passing his arm round Ellen’s waist, bore her, more dead than alive, from the chamber.