"I--I--heard the king--they will kill you--" Her lips trembled.

Nathaniel saw that her eyes were already red from crying.

"You will go ?" she pleaded.
Nathaniel had taken her hand and now he held it tightly in his own.

His head was thrown back, his eyes were upon the door across the room.

When he looked again into the girlish face there was flashing joyous defiance in his eyes, and in his voice there was confession of the truth that had suddenly come to overwhelm whatever law of self preservation he might have held unto himself.
"No, my dear, I am not going back to my ship," he spoke softly.