Beneath the archway the shadowed figure drew nearer, slipping into the sharp angle behind the stairs.
"Do not rebuke me to-night—wait until to-morrow—if to-morrow ever comes!"
He paused, and still she was silent—except for the soft music of her breathing—that regal bosom so close to his own upturned face!
"And now your humble vassal goes forth in his liege-lady's name and cause, and, while all Seguro waits, Ghost and Ghost Breaker shall stalk those haunted, melancholy halls!"
Again they looked into each other's eyes.
"Your Highness, within the hour I shall hang the signal of victory within the window of the castle!"
He carried her hand to his lips, even as he had done on the memorable night so far across the waters. But this time the fingers were burning, and the slim flower of a hand was not drawn away!
"God be with you!" she answered softly, and crossed herself. The Kentuckian watched her silently, a thousand mad thoughts whirling behind the calm and resolute brow. She slowly ascended the stairs and returned to her room.
He murmured tenderly under his breath:
"Highness ... Highness ... now, I understand how titles fit!"