You must see him to-night, even if you are not alone with him.

There is only one way to do that; you must dress yourself for the court and go down to the great hall with the others and speak to him--then you can decide how to meet to-morrow." "Inez--I have not told you the rest! To-morrow I am to be sent to Las Huelgas, and kept there like a prisoner." Inez uttered a low cry of pain.
"To a convent!" It seemed like death.
Dolores began to tell her all Mendoza had said, but Inez soon interrupted her.

There was a dark flush in the blind girl's face.
"And he would have you believe that he loves you ?" she cried indignantly.

"He has always been hard, and cruel, and unkind, he has never forgiven me for being blind---he will never forgive you for being young! The King! The King before everything and every one--before himself, yes, that is well, but before his children, his soul, his heart--he has no heart! What am I saying--" She stopped short.
"And yet, in his strange way, he loves us both," said Dolores.

"I cannot understand it, but I saw his face when there were tears in his eyes, and I heard his voice.