The reply to this put the climax to my anxiety. It ran thus: "Alas, my friend, I can do nothing. I have just seen Sebastian, who is now in a quite different mood. He laughs at the thought of your doing him any harm. ’Let him do his worst. He can but break himself on the wheel of his own efforts;’ were his words. I am distracted with misery." I showed it to Mayhew, who read it thoughtfully. "It could not be worse," he said. "He has put the senorita in a safe place, and is going to play the trump card that I was sure he had in reserve somewhere. You should have accepted his challenge and shot him. Only one thing can beat Quesada—and that’s death." "I will do my best all the same," I answered; and in this mood I set out for my interview at the Palace, revolving on the way all the possible expedients that I could adopt to win even part of my purpose against the powerful enemy who held his way with such grim tenacity and inflexible resolve. My reception at the Palace might have flattered even Royalty itself. When I was ushered into the presence, the young King came running to me, laying aside all attempt at dignity, and smiling with pleasure as he held out his hands liked a pleased child. "My Englishman of Podrida, at last!" he exclaimed, and he led me to the Queen Mother, who was graciousness itself. "You have kept the words of gratitude too long prisoners in my heart, my lord. The Queen would chide you, but the mother’s heart is too full for anything but welcome for the man who saved her son." "I trust your Majesties will pardon me. The delay has been due to causes as full of trouble as of urgency." "My son has told me of your daring rescue, but I wish to hear it again from you. I am so anxious to know all, that I would have the tale even before your own anxieties which, if we can, you must let us help you to dispel." "I have the mask here, my lord," cried the King, with all a boy’s eagerness, bringing it out of a pocket. "The story is a very simple one, your Majesty," I said, and then in as few words as I could, I told it. She listened with the closest attention, questioning me now and again on such points as interested her most, or where she wished greater detail; and when I described how the King was seized and carried into the carriage, and again how I had found him fastened down and disguised, she clasped the boy to her, and her changing colour and quickened breath gave evidence of her concern and emotion. "And you were alone through it all?" she exclaimed, when I finished. "Fortune favoured me or I could not have succeeded, Madame. Had not the two men following the carriage met with an accident, I could have done nothing. As it was, the surprise of my attack did what no strength of arm or skill or wit could have accomplished."