The two men hastened down to their boat. Zeneida went back to Bethsaba. The Princess had by this time dressed all the mujik children. "Now, children," said Zeneida, "go prettily, hand in hand, to the winter garden; there you will get your breakfast, and then you may play." Winter garden! palm grove! What sounds for poor children's ears! Then, turning to Bethsaba, she said: "Now, dear little Princess, you remain here. Take a good hot bath; it will do you good after your yesterday's exposure. I will be back in an hour. There is a bell; ring for all you want." Bethsaba's head was all confused. Everything was so new and strange to her. A pleasant sense of fatigue stole over nerves and imagination after the bath. What a pity that there was no one here to whom she could confide her thoughts and feelings! It would have been so nice! If only Sophie were here! Ah, if she were here there would be no further reason for alarm. Two young girls together are the very essence of heroism! And now she began to wonder what could have happened to Sophie in this dread time. Had any one thought to go to her assistance? had she listened to the alarm signals and thundering cannon with despair in her heart? What tears she must have shed as she looked out of her windows at the rising expanse of icy water! Bethsaba shuddered. Her excited fancy pictured her friend kneeling, with uplifted hands, before her holy images, imploring help. Would that prayer be answered? Or was it but a faint breath, lost in the rushing of the _Auster_? Folding her hands, she prayed that help might be given to Sophie. Perhaps the combined prayer of two maidens might have greater efficacy. What a pity that there was no holy image in the room! She was forced to shut her eyes, that some Buddhist idol might not think she was addressing her prayer to him. Thus Zeneida, on her return, found her. "What, praying again, Princess? This is the time to be up and doing." "But what can I do?" "First of all, drink down this wine soup that I have brought for you. I want to see you quite well and strong again, for I want your aid." "My aid?" "Now sit down and take your breakfast while I unfold my plan." Bethsaba trembled. The thought of the dragon in the fairy story struck her, who first feasts the captured children on almonds and raisins and then slays them. She could scarce get down her soup. "I dare say you know that one-storied house standing in a garden, near the engineer's buildings, where a young girl and her old servant live?" Bethsaba lost not a syllable.