"Oh, sire, spare her!" said Mrs. Russell. "Remember that mercy is majesty's darling attribute."
"Bedad it is," said "His Majesty." "Who iver says it isn't? And you, señorita," said "His Majesty" to Dolores, in Spanish—"you seem to know the secret ways here."
"Yes."
"Why did you come here?"
"I fled here."
"His Majesty" smiled.
"Oh, I understand; but don't fear me. I wouldn't harm you—though this does look like treason. Still, answer me frankly, do you know any other secret passages?"
"I know them all."
"Will you help me to escape?"
Dolores hesitated.