"But you have not answered me. Who is this man, I repeat? And eh?— but what in God's name have we here?" He halted, staring at the half-digged grave and Nat's body laid beside it.
Marc'antonio stepped forward. "These are two prisoners, O Prince, of whom, as you see, we are burying one."
"Prisoners? But whence?"
"From England, as they tell us, O Prince."
CHAPTER XVIII.
THE TENDER MERCIES OF PRINCE CAMILLO.
"Tyranny is the wish to have in one way what can only be had in
another."—Blaise Pascal.
The young man eyed me insolently for a moment and turned again to his sister.
"Camilla! will you have the goodness to explain?" he demanded.
But here, while she hesitated, searching her brother's face proudly yet pitifully, as though unable quite to believe in the continued brutality of his tone, I struck in.