I could but gaze at her, my breath coming in sobs of pain.

“How chanced it, Madame, you knew I was thus entombed?” and my hand, yet bleeding from contact with the rope, ventured to touch her own.  She looked into my eyes bravely, a red flush in either cheek.

“I overheard those bold words you spoke to her last night across the partition.”

“Last night?  Rather a week since.”

She smiled, her hand-clasp tightening.

“Ah, no, Geoffrey.  It has seemed that long even to me waiting opportunity for service, yet ’tis scarcely eight hours since you were hurled into yonder hole.  See; the sun in the sky tells the story truly.  But every moment we delay only serves to increase our peril of discovery.  Assist me, if you have strength, to relay this stone slab.  It tested my muscles sorely to drag it aside.  No doubt there is a cunning spring somewhere, by use of which it moves easily, yet I sought after it in vain.”

Toiling together we finally succeeded in returning the flat cover to its proper position in the flooring, and spread over it a thick skin.  Seeing everything was left exactly as when she entered, Madame, who had become a new woman to my eyes, capable and alert, silently led me through a narrow curtained recess to the second apartment.  This had evidently been designed as the Queen’s reception room, being fairly gorgeous in coloring, the low walls covered with shields of beaten copper, while burnished bits of the same metal, mingled with duller tones of gold and iron, were scattered everywhere in strange profusion.  Varied tinted stones and sea-shells had been built into a raised platform, on which stood a couch hidden beneath rich robes of skin, and draped about with multicolored cloth of rude design and texture.  Altogether it was an interior of rich barbaric splendor, savage in its unusual beauty, yet possessing here and there an odd touch of civilization almost startling by contrast.  You must understand that I enjoyed little opportunity to gaze about and note such details, for Madame was impatient of delay, hurrying me forward until we entered together a partially concealed passage behind where the couch stood.  Here my fair guide paused, thrusting into my hands a quantity of food hastily appropriated from a long shelf, concealed by a curtain of scarlet cloth.

“Eat heartily,” she commanded quickly, “for you seem very weak.  Meanwhile I will stand here, keeping watch lest we be taken by surprise.  Should I give a signal, lift yonder red curtain at its farther end, and hide there in silence until I come again.”

I partook of the coarse food eagerly enough, yet my eyes were ever upon her, my lips even finding time for speech.

“Have you some plan, Madame?” I questioned anxiously.  “You said but now this house was held under heavy guard.”

“I spoke truly.  I may not step forth into the air but some savage is at my side driving me back again.  Oftentimes they peer within when the Queen is absent, to assure themselves that I am safely caged.”