“That trouble might be overcome, Daughter, in a fashion pleasing to both our countries of which we can speak hereafter. Have you any other reason against this alliance? He who is offered to you is not only the heir to the greatest kingdom in the world; he is also, as you have seen, a man among men, in the flower of his age, a soldier, and one who, as I know, is both wise and kind of heart.”
“I have another reason, King. Already I am affianced.”
“To whom, Daughter?”
“To the Prince Khian, King.”
“The Prince Khian! Why, he is Apepi’s heir, and yet you told me that Apepi would have married you.”
“Yes, Sire, and therefore Apepi and Khian do not love each other, but”—here she looked down—“but Khian loves me and I love Khian.”
At these words a whisper went round the Court and old Ditanah smiled a little, as did many others. Only Mir-bel did not smile; indeed, he looked angry.
“Is it thus?” said the King. “And where, now, is the Prince Khian? Have you brought him here in your company?”
“Nay, Sire. When last I heard of him he was at the Court of Tanis, and, it was said, in prison.”
“Where I think he will certainly remain, if, as I doubt not, your story be true, Child,” answered Ditanah, and was silent.