It was Maenck.
Emma von der Tann gazed in unveiled abhorrence upon the leering face of the governor of Blentz.
“What means this intrusion?” cried the girl.
“What would you have here?”
“You,” replied Maenck.
The girl crimsoned.
Maenck regarded her sneeringly.
“You coward!” she cried. “Leave my apartments at once. Not even Peter of Blentz would countenance such abhorrent treatment of a prisoner.”
“You do not know Peter, my dear,” responded Maenck. “But you need not fear. You shall be my wife. Peter has promised me a baronetcy for the capture of Leopold, and before I am done I shall be made a prince, of that you may rest assured, so you see I am not so bad a match after all.”
He crossed over toward her and would have laid a rough hand upon her arm.