“I would assist you in getting free from this, since you wish it; but as for mating or marriage, why, there is a woman at home waiting for me.”

“Woman!” Dolores cried with scorn. “Woman! I am Dolores!” She swayed toward him, her arms went about his neck, and slowly, slowly her glorious eyes fastened on his, her moist, warm lips sought his in a kiss that dragged at his soul’s foundations.

“Canst refuse me?” she laughed softly, drawing back her head and peering at him from under lowered lids. “See, I trust thee utterly!” Snatching her dagger from the sheath she placed it in his right hand; then, with a key from her girdle, she unfastened his chains and swayed back, still kneeling. She clutched the single shoulder-strap of her