“That is so,” replied the Viceroy in a relieved tone.
“It is not!”
“What——”
“Because you could make it so if you wished.” Speaking these words in half whispering tender tones, she again took hold of his ears and looked down into his eyes, serious, begging.
“Will you promise me not to have any more prisoners beheaded this week?”
“Again!”
“Will you promise?” she pulled harder on his ears.
“But—but——”
“Promise!”
“Yes.”