"Do not expect the worst," I said, "God lives."
"Yes, God lives, and I do not fear. Let the king do his worst."
"He may not suspect."
"But he will. When it is told him that I have—have done these things for my sister's sake, he will ask me if I know where she is."
"And you will not tell?"
"I shall not tell where she is. Then he will make me bear her punishment."
"No, I will save you."
Again she looked at me searchingly, and I thought I saw a glad light leap into her eyes. After that she gave a quick glance round as if to be sure that no one listened.
"No, you cannot save me. I am my father's daughter. Even now I am told that the king is planning a terrible vengeance on those who took part in his father's death."
"I will save you," I said quietly, and confidently. "Do not fear. Whatever happens do not fear. It may be that I shall not be able to do this in a day, or in a year—although I think I shall, but I will do it!"