"You do not know me."
"And do you know who I am?"
"Yes, I know you."
"Who, then, am I?"
Her voice trembled, then the words flew straight to his ear,--
"An executioner."
The King drew himself up haughtily.
"A bad joke," said he.
"No, an honest truth!"
"If you know who I am," said he, "but dare to speak that way to me, then I would say that I too know who you are; but it cannot be."