“I scarcely heard what you said. Do you consent to marry Prince Roland of Germany?”
“I have consented,” she replied firmly.
“Will you use your influence with him that he may carry out the behests of the three Archbishops?”
“Yes, if the behests are for the good of the country.”
“I cannot accept any qualifications, therefore I repeat my question. Will you use your influence with him that he may carry out the behests of the three Archbishops?”
“I can have no influence with such a man.”
“Answer my question, Madam.”
“Say yes, Hildegunde,” pleaded Cologne.
She turned to him swimming eyes.
“Oh, Guardian, Guardian!” she cried, “I have done everything I can, and all for you; all for you. I cannot stand any more. This is torture to me. Let me go home, and another day when I am calmer I will answer your questions!”