"Forgive me, gracious father," replied the Princess, in great excitement, "if I do not obey you in this case."
"Do you dare to defy me?" cried the Sovereign, with a sudden outbreak of anger, approaching the Princess.
The Princess turned pale, and stepped behind a chair as if for protection.
"I am the only lady of our house," she exclaimed; "and I have in this high position to pay regard to considerations from which, neither as the lord of this Court, nor as my own father, you can release me. If your Highness chooses to make new Court regulations, I will willingly conform to them; but what your Highness requires of me now is not a new regulation, but an irregularity which is humiliating for me and for us all."
"Impertinent, insolent fool!" cried the Sovereign, no longer master of himself. "Do you think you have outgrown my control because I once let you out of my hands? I have brought you here in order to hold you fast. You are in my power; no slave is more so. Within these walls no power prevails but mine, and if you do not bend to it, I will break your stubborn spirit."
He approached her threateningly. The Princess drew back to the wall of her room.
"I know I am your prisoner," she cried out, with flashing eyes. "I knew when I returned here that I was entering my prison. I knew that no cry of anguish could penetrate these walls, and that a slave would find more protection among men than the child of a prince from her father. But in this room I have a supporter, to whom I often look imploringly; and if your Highness deprives me of the help of all the living, I call upon the dead for protection against you."
She pulled the cord of a curtain, and the life-sized picture of a lady became visible, in whose soft countenance there was a touching expression of sorrow. The Princess pointed to the picture and looked fixedly at the Sovereign.
"Will your Highness venture to insult your daughter before the eyes of her mother?"
The Sovereign drew back, and gave vent to a hoarse murmur, turned away, and motioned with his hand.