It was soon done, and he raised his trembling hand and blessed them, saying the words very softly and clearly and without stumbling, for they were familiar, and meant much; and having reached them, his haste was over.  The dwarf was on his knees, his rough red head bent reverently low, and on the other side Inez knelt with joined hands, her blind eyes turned upward to her sister’s face, while she prayed that all blessings of life and joy might be on the two she loved so well, and that they might have for ever and unbroken the infinite happiness she had felt for one instant that night, not meant for her, but dearer to her than all memories or hopes.

Then as the priest’s words died away in the silent room, there was a sound of many feet and of many voices on the terrace outside, coming nearer and nearer to the door, very quickly; and the priest looked round in terror, not knowing what new thing was to come upon him, and wishing with all his heart that he were safe in his tower room again and out of all harm’s way.  But Don John smiled, while he still held Dolores’ hand, and the dwarf rose quickly and led the priest into the study where Dolores had been shut up so long, and closed the door behind him.

That was hardly done when the outer door was opened wide, and a clear, formal voice was heard speaking outside.

“His Majesty the King!” cried the chamberlain who walked before Philip.

Dolores dropped Don John’s hand and stood beside him, growing a little pale; but his face was serene and high, and he smiled quietly as he went forward to meet his brother.  The King advanced also, with outstretched arms, and he formally embraced Don John, to exhibit his joy at such an unexpected recovery.

Behind him came in torch-bearers and guards and many of the court who had joined the train, and in the front rank Mendoza, grim and erect, but no longer ashy pale, and Ruy Gomez with him, and the Princess of Eboli, and all the chief Grandees of Spain, filling the wide bedchamber from side to side with a flood of rich colour in which the little constellations of their jewels shone here and there with changing lights.

Out of respect for the King they did not speak, and yet there was a soft sound of rejoicing in the room, and their very breathing was like a murmur of deep satisfaction.  Then the King spoke, and all at once the silence was profound.

“I wished to be the first to welcome my dear brother back to life,” he said.  “The court has been in mourning for you these two hours, and none has mourned you more deeply and sorrowfully than I. We would all know the cause of your Highness’s accident, the meaning of our friend Mendoza’s strange self-accusation, and of other things we cannot understand without a word from you.”

The chair in which Don John had sat to read Dolores’ letter was brought forward, and the King took his seat in it, while the chief officers of the household grouped themselves round him.  Don John remained standing, facing him and all the rest, while Dolores drew back a little into the shadow not far from him.  The King’s unmoving eyes watched him closely, even anxiously.