“You!  You!” he cried, mad with joy.  “Oh, this is Heaven itself!  My brave darling!  Mine forever—­mine forever!  You shall never leave me now!  Drive on!  Drive on!” he shouted to the men outside, drunk with happiness.  “We’ll make this journey endless.  I know you love me now—­I know it!  God, I shall die with joy!”

A hand stole gently into his hand, and her lips found his in a long, passionate kiss.

“I did not want you to know!  Ach, I am so sorry!  Why, why did I come to-night?  I was so strong, so firm, I thought, but see how weak I am.  You dominate,—­you own me, body and soul, in spite of everything,—­against my will.  I Love you—­I love you—­I love you!”

“I have won against the princes and the potentates!  I was losing hope, my Queen, losing hope.  You were so far away, so unattainable.  I would brave a thousand deaths rather than lose this single minute of my life.  It makes me the richest man in all the world.  How brave you are!  This night you have given up everything for my sake.  You are fleeing with me, away from all that has been dear to you.”

“No, no.  You must not be deluded.  It is only for tonight, only till you are safe from pursuit.  I shall go back.  You must not hope for more than this hour of weakness, sweet as it is to me,” she cried.

“You are going back and not with me?” he cried, his heart chilling.

“You know I cannot.  That is why I hoped you would never know how much I care for you.  Alas, you have found me out!  My love was made rash by fear.  You could never have escaped the vengeance of Axphain.  I could not have shielded you.  This was the only course and I dared not hesitate.  I should have died with terror had you gone to trial, knowing what I knew.  You will not think me unwomanly for coming with you as I am.  It was necessary—­really it was!  No one else could have—­” But he smothered the wail in kisses.

“Unwomanly!” he exclaimed.  “It was by divine inspiration.  But you will come with me, away from Graustark, away from every one.  Say that you will!”

“I cannot bear to hear you plead, and it breaks my heart to go back there.  But I cannot leave Graustark—­I cannot!  It would be Heaven to go with you to the end of the world, but I have others besides myself to consider.  You are my god, my idol.  I can worship you from my unhappy throne, from my chamber, from the cell into which my heart is to retreat.  But I cannot, I will not desert Graustark.  Not even for you!”

He was silent, impressed by her nobility, her loyalty.  Although the joy ebbed from his craving heart, he saw the justice of her self-sacrifice.

“I would give my soul to see your face now, Yetive.  Your soul is in your eyes; I can feel it.  Why did you not let me stay in prison, meet death and so end all?  It would have been better for both of us.  I cannot live without you.”