He listened gravely. Her cheeks blazed. It was a strange scene--the silent room, the implacable foes, the breathless suspense, the prophecy and inspiration in her tones. "Perhaps I should have been more gentle," he admitted. "I might have forgotten--for a little while--this surging, irresistible impulse in my muscles--and tried just to woo you, gently and humbly. But it's too late now. I'm not a fool. I can't expect you to begin at the beginning. I can only go on in my own way--my hard, remorseless, ruthless way. "It isn't every man who is brave enough to see what he wants and knock away all obstacles to get it," he went on. "Put that bravery to my credit. To pay no attention to methods, only to look forward to the result. That has been my creed. It is my creed now. Many less brave men would fear your hatred--but I don't fear it as long as I possess what I go after and a hope that I can get you over it. Many of my own brothers hate me, but yet I don't care as long as they do my will. No matter how much you scorn it, this bravery has always got me what I wanted, and it will get me what I want now." The high color died in her face. She wondered if the final emergency had come at last. "I've come to make a bargain. You can take it or you can refuse. On one side is the end of all this conflict, to be my wife, to have what you want--bought by the rich return from my thousands of acres. And I love you, Linda. You know that." The man spoke the truth. His terrible, dark love was all over him--in his glowing eyes, in his drawn, deeply-lined face. "In time, when you come around to my way of thinking, you'll love me. If you refuse--this last time--I've got to take other ways. On that side is defeat for you--as sure as day. The time is almost up when the title to those lands is secure. Bruce is in our hands--" She got up, white-faced. "Bruce--?" He arose too. "Yes! Did you think he could stand against us? I'll show him to you in the morning. To-night he's paying the price for ever daring to oppose my will." She turned imploring eyes. He saw them, and perhaps--far distant--he saw the light of triumph too. A grim smile came to his lips. "Simon," she cried. "Have mercy." The word surprised him. It was the first time she had ever asked this man for mercy. "Then you surrender--?" "Simon, listen to me," she begged. "Let him go--and I won't even try to fight you any more. I'll let you keep those lands and never try any more to make you give them up. You and your brothers can keep them forever, and we won't try to get revenge on you either. He and I will go away." He gazed at her in deepening wonderment. For the moment, his mind refused to accept the truth. He only knew that since he had faced her before, some new, great strength had come to her,--that a power was in her life that would make her forego all the long dream of her days.