Those who dwell in my heart, which you call a citadel, enter by that road." "Sacrifice ?" Fervor lighted his face again.

"Do you wish my fortune?
It is yours.

My life?
It is yours.

Do you wish me to lead the army of the duchess into Bleiberg?
It shall be done.

Sacrifice?
I have sacrificed the best years of youth for nothing; my life has been made up of sacrifices." "Monsieur, if I promised to listen to you here-after, if I promised a heart that has never known the love of man, if I promised lips that have never known the lips of any man save my father--" She moved away from the chair, within an arm's length of him.