THE BLOOD-HOUNDS ARE FED But the Princess-Playmate spoke to me again.

I was even permitted to call her Helene.

Me she addressed uniformly as "Hugo Gottfried." But neither her name nor mine interfered with our plays, which were wholly happy and undisturbed by quarrelling--at least, so long as I did exactly what she wished me to do.
On these terms life was made easy for me from that day forth.

No longer did I wistfully watch the children of the street from the lonely window of the Red Tower.

They might spit all day on the harled masonry at the foot of the wall for aught I cared.