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Again Peter obeyed, and with a better grace than might have been
"She is a prisoner in this same palace," she went on, "and the marquis,
who is mad for love of her, seeks by all means, fair or foul, to make
her his wife!"
"Curse him!" exclaimed Peter with another embrace.
"Till a few days ago she thought you dead; but now she knows that you
are alive and recovering. Her father, Castell, escaped from the place
where he was put, and is in hiding among his friends, the Jews, where
even Morella cannot find him; indeed, he believes him fled from the
city. But he is not fled, and, having much gold, has opened a door
between himself and his daughter."
Here she stopped to return the embrace with much warmth. Then they
passed under some trees, and came to the marble baths where the sultanas
were supposed to have bathed in summer, for this place had been one of
the palaces of the Kings of Granada before they lived in the Alhambra.
Here Inez sat down upon a seat and loosened some garment about her
throat, for the evening was very hot.
"What are you doing?" Peter asked doubtfully, for he was filled with
"Cooling myself," she answered; "your arm was warm, and we may sit here
for a few minutes."
"Well, go on with your tale," he said.
"I have little more to say, friend, except that if you wish to send any
message, I might perhaps be able to take it."
"You are an angel," he exclaimed.
"That is another word for messenger, is it not? Continue."
"Tell her--that if she hears anything of all this business, it isn't
"On that point she may form her own opinion," replied Inez demurely. "If
I were in her place I know what mine would be. Don't waste time; we
must soon begin to walk again."
Peter stared at her, for he could understand nothing of all this play.
Apparently she read his look, for she answered it in a quiet,
"You are wondering what everything means, and why I am doing what I do.
I will tell you, Senor, and you can believe me or not as you like.
Perhaps you think that I am in love with you. It would not be wonderful,
would it? Besides, in the old tales, that always happens--the lady who
nurses the Christian knight and worships him and so forth."
"I don't think anything of the sort; I am not so vain."
"I know it, Senor, you are too good a man to be vain. Well, I do all
these things, not for love of you, or any one, but for hate--for hate.
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