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The bandages are skilfully placed," he added, seeing her look of doubt. "Ravone is a genius." "Well, I'll hurry," she said, blushing deeply. Goat-hunter though he was and she a princess, his eyes gleamed with the joy of her beauty and his heart thumped with a most unruly admiration. "You were very, very brave last night," she said at last and her rescuer smiled contentedly.
There was something so subtle in the query that she was vastly relieved. "Never mind about that, sir. You won't tell me what you said in your note to Ravone." "I cannot." "Well, he gave you one in return. If you are perfectly sincere, Baldos, you will hand that note over to me. It shall go no farther, I swear to you, if, as you vow, it does not jeopardize Graustark.
Believe me when I say that I have done nothing to injure Graustark. I cannot tell you what it was that passed between Ravone and me, but I swear on my soul that I have not been disloyal to my oath. Won't you trust me? Won't you believe?" His breath was fanning her ear, his voice was eager; she could feel the intensity of his eyes. "Oh, I don't don't know what to say to you," she murmured.
That is why Ravone and the others waited for me in the hills." "You amaze me!" "I have seen Franz often," he confessed easily. "He is an excellent messenger." "So it would seem. We must keep a lookout for him. He is the go-between for you all, I see." "Did you learn to say 'you all' in America?" he asked. Her heart gave a great leap.
"But she is bound to break out against us sooner or later and on the slightest provocation," said Yetive. "I daresay that a friendly alliance between Graustark and Dawsbergen will prove sufficient to check any ambitions she may have along that line," said Ravone significantly. "They are very near to each other now, your highness. Friends should stand together." Beverly Calhoun was in suspense.
He threw himself upon the ground and calmly placed his head upon the body of the animal. "I insist upon your taking these cushions," cried Beverly. "And I decline irrevocably." She stared at him in positive anger. "Trust Ravone to dress these trifling wounds, your highness. He may not be as gentle, but he is as firm as any princess in all the world." "But your arm?" she cried.
"Your highness," said Lorry, "I have sent instructions to Colonel Braze, requiring him to take a large force of men into the pass to guard the prison. Gabriel shall not escape again, though all Dawsbergen comes after him." "You have but little to fear from Dawsbergen," said Ravone, who was seated near the princess. Candace at his side.
"Undoubtedly, sir, it will. Dawsbergen hardly will make a fight to release Gabriel. He is safe in your dungeons. If they want him now, they must come to your strongholds. They will not do it, believe me," said Ravone simply. "Alas, I am faint and sore, as you suspect. May I lie down for an hour or two? In that time you will have heard from your wardens and my story will be substantiated.
In the hallway beyond a group of noblemen conversed excitedly with the women of the castle. "The report from the dungeons, Yetive," cried Lorry joyously. "The warden says that Gabriel is in his cell again! Here's to Prince Dantan!" Ravone was standing in the door. Candace ran over and leaped into his arms. Ravone was handsome in his borrowed clothes.
"Yes, your highness." She did not like the way in which he said "your highness." It sounded as if he meant it. "How did you know that you were to see him to-day?" "We have waited for this opportunity since last week. Franz was in the castle grounds last Thursday." "Good heavens! You don't mean it!" "Yes, your highness. He carried a message to me from Ravone.
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