‘Yes, yes; by the roof. The ladder?’
‘It shall be there for you in an hour.’
‘And you, Kortes?’
‘I’ll wait at the foot of it. The Pasha himself should not mount it alive.’
‘Kortes, it is trusting me much.’
‘I know, my lord. If you were not a man to be trusted you would do what you are going to pretend.’
‘I hope you’re right. Kortes, it sets me aflame now to be near her.’
‘Can’t I understand that, my lord?’ said he, with a sad smile.
‘By heaven, you’re a good fellow!’