“But you have much power with the Queen,” pleaded Mark, “could you not induce her to pardon him?”
“Yes—if he will give up Christianity—if not do that—no!”
“That he will never do,” said Mark, firmly. “I know him well. He will rather die than deny Christ.”
“He is likely to die then,” returned Rakota, “for my mother is fixed to root up the religion of Jesus from the land.”
“But surely you don’t agree with her,” broke in Hockins at this point.
“No, I not agree,” said the Prince. “But I can not command the Queen. Some time it very hard to move her even a leetle. My only power with her is love.”
“Das de greatest power in de world!” chimed in Ebony.
“It is,” returned the Prince, “and you be very sure I use the power much as I can for save your friend.”