Zaklika went to the tower and knocked at Cosel's door. As there was no answer, he entered, and beheld Cosel standing thoughtfully over an open Bible which was lying on the book-covered table. She was robed in such an odd dress that he feared she had lost her reason. She wore a full black robe with long sleeves and a girdle with cabalistic signs on it. On her head was a red handkerchief, arranged in Oriental fashion, with a roll of parchment on which some Hebrew sentences were written.
She was beautiful indeed, but quite different from that Cosel who received the Danish King in a robe covered with diamonds.
She did not take her eyes from the book, but remained thinking.
After a while she looked up at him, and said in surprise,--
"Are you a spirit or a living being?"
"I am your faithful servant; I have come to ask your orders," said Zaklika.
"Then there are faithful servants; and I, a prisoner, can still give orders? To whom?"
"To me," answered Zaklika, "as long as I live."
"How did you come here?"
Zaklika pointed to his uniform.