herself from going. The palace will be almost empty, and
we shall find her in the little gallery above the Queen's
garden."

The next morning we went there, Don Enrique de Cerda
and his squire, Juan Lepe. The palace rose great and goodly
enough, with the church at hand. All had been built as
by magic, silken pavilions flying away and stout houses
settling themselves down. Sunk among the walls had been
managed a small garden for the Queen and her ladies. A
narrow, latticed and roofed gallery built without the Queen's
rooms looked down upon orange and myrtle trees and a
fountain. Here we found the Marchioness de Moya, with
her two waiting damsels whom she set by the gallery door.
Don Enrique kissed her hand and then motioned to me.
Don Jayme de Marchena made his reverence.

She was a strong woman who would go directly to the
heart of things. Always she would learn from the man
himself. She asked me this and I answered; that and the
other and I answered. "Don Pedro--?" I told the
enmity there and the reason for it. "The Jewish rabbi,
my great-grand father?" I avowed it, but by three Castilian
and Christian great-grandfathers could not be counted as
Jew! Practise Judaism? No. My grandmother Judith
had been Christian.

She drove to the heart of it. "You yourself are Christian.
What do you mean by that? What the Queen means?
What the Grand Cardinal and the Archbishop of Granada