THE PRINCESS. I am a Gypsy's sweetheart. Take me away with you.
THE GYPSY. How can we leave this palace?
THE PRINCESS. The way we came.
THE GYPSY. The wall—
THE PRINCESS. Is seventeen feet high. A guard of soldiers continually marches around it. And there are spikes on the top. How did we get over? That is our secret!
THE GYPSY. You have no regrets?
THE PRINCESS. None.
THE GYPSY. Your promise to the King?
THE PRINCESS. I am as mutable as wind.
THE GYPSY. Let us go.