“To-night I have slipped away from the uniforms, the tawdry mockery of a puppet court, to find the pitiful comfort of rehearsing my heart-ache to you, who own my heart.  In my life here every hour is mapped, and I seem to move from cell to cell.  So many obsequious jailers who call themselves courtiers stand about and seem to watch me, that I feel as if I had to ask permission to draw my breath.  Out in the narrow streets of this little picture town, I see dark-skinned, bare-footed girls.  Some of them carry skins of wine on their heads.  All of them are poor.  They also are gloriously free.  As they pass the palace, they look up enviously, and I, from the inside, look out enviously.  I know how Richard of the Lion Heart felt when he was a prisoner in France, only I have not the comfort of a Lion Heart, and it is not written in the book of things that you shall pass outside and hear my harp—­and rescue me....  One little taste of liberty I give myself.  It caused a terrible battle at first, but I was stubborn and told them that if I was going to be Queen I was going to do just what I wanted, and that if they didn’t like it, they could get some other girl to be Queen, so of course they let me....  There is an old half-forgotten roadway walled in on both sides that runs through the town from this horrible palace to the woods upon the mountain.  There is some sort of foolish legend that in the old days the Kings used to go by this protected road to a high point called Look-out Rock, and stand there where they could see pretty much all of this miserable little Kingdom and a great deal of the Mediterranean besides.  No one uses it now except me; but I do as often as I can steal away.  I dress in old clothes and take the little Inca god with me and no one knows us.  We slip off among the bowlders and pine trees where the view is wonderful, and as his godship presides on a moss-covered rock and I sit on the carpet of pine needles, he gives me advice.  Somewhere in these woods crowds of children live.  They are very shy, and for a long time looked at me wonderingly from big liquid eyes, but now I have made friends with them and they come and sit around me in a circle and make me tell them fairy stories....

“Once, dear, I was strong enough to say ‘no’ to you.  Twice I could not be.”

The reader paused and scowled at the wall with set jaws.

“But when you read this, almost three thousand miles away, there will be only a few days between me and (it is hard to say it) the marriage and the coronation.  He is to be crowned on the same day that we are married.  Then I suppose I can’t even write what is in my heart.”

Benton rose and paced the narrow confines of the cabin.  Suddenly he halted.  “Even under sealed orders,” he mused slowly, “one may dispose of three thousand miles.  They, at least, are behind.”  A countenance somewhat drawn schooled its features into normal expressionlessness, as a few moments afterward he rose to open the door in response to a rapping outside.