Raoul Le Breton had condemned her to the unspeakable ordeal of the slave market in order to torture her father.
He had done it! Raoul Le Breton! The man she loved.
Pansy did not love him now. She hated him.
For a moment she was too stunned by her discovery to say or do anything.
Then she said in a voice that wild anger stifled somewhat:
"So you are the Sultan Casim Ammeh."
As Pansy spoke she got to her feet, her eyes blazing.
There was no mistaking what was on her face. She had guessed the truth.
On realising this, he made no attempt at further deception.
"I am the Sultan Casim Ammeh," he said, smiling. "And, my little slave, you are my most cherished possession. More to me than my kingdom."