Zara hesitated, in evident distress, and glanced appealingly
at the King; but the expression on his face was one of grief
and of unrelenting virtue. "I do," she said, at last, in a
low voice. "Kalonay did know. He thought the revolution
would not succeed; he thought it would fail, and so--and
so--and we needed money. They made me--I, O my God, I
cannot--I cannot!" she cried, suddenly, sinking on her knees
and hiding her face with her hands.

Kalonay stepped toward her and lifted her gently to her feet;
but when she looked and saw who it was that held her, she gave
a cry and pulled herself free. She staggered and would have
fallen, had not Gordon caught and held her by the arm. The
King rose from his chair and pointed at the shrinking figure
of the woman.

"Stand aside from her," he said, sternly. "Why should we pity
her, what pity has she shown for us--for me? She has robbed
me of my inheritance. But let her go, she is a woman; we
cannot punish her. Her sins rest on her own head. But
you--you," he cried, turning fiercely on Kalonay, his voice
rising to a high and melancholy key, "you whom I have heaped
with honors, whom I have leaned upon as on the arm of a
brother, that you should have sold me for silver, that you
should have turned Judas!"

The crowd of volunteers, bewildered by the rapid succession of
events, and confused and rendered desperate by the failure of
their expedition, caught up the word, and pressing forward