And, on the throne of this afflicted land sat the girl, proud, tender, courageous Yetive.  To all Graustark she was its greatest, its most devoted sufferer; upon her the blow fell heaviest.  There she sat, merciful and merciless, her slim white hand ready to sign the shameful deed in transfer, ready to sell her kingdom for her love.  Beneath her throne, beneath her feet, cowered six souls, possessors of the secret.  Of all the people in the world they alone knew the heart of the Princess Yetive, they alone felt with her the weight of the sacrifice.  With wistful eyes, fainting hearts and voiceless lips five of them watched the day approach, knowing that she would not speak and that Graustark was doomed.  Loyal conspirators against that which they loved better than their lives—­their country—­were Dangloss, Quinnox, Allode, Ogbot and Dagmar.  To-morrow would see the north torn from the south, the division of families, the rending of homes, the bursting of hearts.  She sanctioned all this because she loved him and because he had done no wrong.

Aware of her financial troubles and pursuing the advantage that his rival’s death had opened to him, Prince Gabriel, of Dawsbergen, renewed his ardent suit.  Scarce had the body of the murdered Prince left the domain before he made his presence marked.  She was compelled to receive his visits, distasteful as they were, but she would not hear his propositions.  Knowing that he was in truth the mysterious Michael who had planned her abduction, she feared and despised him, yet dared make no public denunciation.  As Dawsbergen was too powerful to be antagonized at this critical time, she was constantly forced to submit to the most trying and repulsive of ordeals.  Tact and policy were required to control the violent, hot-blooded young ruler from the south.  At times she despaired and longed for the quiet of the tomb; at other times she was consumed by the fires of resentment, rebelling against the ignominy to which she was subjected.  Worse than all to her were the insolent overtures of Gabriel.  How she endured she could not tell.  The tears of humiliation shed after his departure on the occasion of each visit revealed the bitterness that was torturing this proud martyr.

He had come at once to renew his offer of a loan, knowing her helplessness.  Day after day he haunted the castle, persistent in his efforts to induce her to accept his proposition.  So fierce was his passion, so implacable his desire, that he went among the people of Edelweiss, presenting to them his proposal, hoping thereby to add public feeling to his claims.  He tried to organize a committee of citizens to go before the Princess with the petition that his offer be accepted and the country saved.  But Graustark was loyal to its Princess.  Not one of her citizens listened to the wily Prince, and more than one told him or his emissaries that the loss of the whole kingdom was preferable to the marriage he desired.  The city sickened at the thought.