"Henry Morgan!" the Queen cried.
"He is my brother."
"A word which I have discovered is of wide meaning, Leoncia Solano. In New York there are worshippers at certain altars who call all men in the world 'brothers,' all women "sisters."
"His father was my father," Leoncia explained with patient explicitness. "His mother was my mother. We are full brother and sister."
"And Francis?" the other queried, convinced, with sudden access of interest. "Are you, too, his sister?"
Leoncia shook her head.
"Then you do love Francis!" the Queen charged, smarting with disappointment.
"You have him," said Leoncia.
"No; for you have taken him from me."
Leoncia slowly and sadly shook her head and sadly gazed out over the heat-shimmering surface of Chili qui Lagoon.