Kitty had a fine dramatic sense, and always threw herself into her part with her whole soul. The others would sometimes drop back into their every-day speech, but Kitty was always consistent in her assumed character.
"Is it so, fair Lady?" said King, looking valiant. "Have no fear of me. Should aught betide I will champion thy cause to the limit."
"And mine?" said Marjorie. "Can you champion us both, Sir Opodeldoc?"
"Aye, that can I. But I trust this is a peaceful hostelry. I see no sign of warfare."
"Nay, nay, but war may break out apace. Might I enquire your name, fair lady?"
"Hist!" said Kitty, her finger on her lip, and looking cautiously about, "I am, of a truth, the Queen of—of Macedonia. But disguised as a poor waif, I seek a hiding-place from my tormentors."
"Why do they torment you?"
"'Tis a dark secret; ask me not. But tell of yourself, Princess Seraphina. Dost travel alone?"
"Yes; with but my suite of armed retainers. Cavalrymen and infantry attend my way, and twelve ladies-in-waiting wait on me."
"A great princess, indeed," said King, in admiration. "We are well met!"