"My service," was the hushed retort.
"And the reward?" he demanded.
"Honour."
"And—love?"
There was silence momentary, but long enough for the forging of a lie.
"Perhaps," she breathed, looking down coquettishly.
A great light shone in the Captain's eyes, and the sombre beauty of his face was illumined by a mighty joy.
"Princess Gloria," he cried, "I am yours to the death!"