“Lady, that may not be — ”

“Silence! Give me no may not! When I, Dolores, will to go, who shall stay me?”

“Death lies beyond the horizon for thee as for all of us, Sultana. Pirate the Red Chief was last of the band; every man who calls thee queen is under sentence of death; the pillage of a hundred ships lies here. Here is safety. The Red Chief’s law — ”

“Peace! I am the law! Seek me that ship — and quickly. Shall I live among such carrion, when the world is peopled with such as those?” she cried with a sweeping gesture toward a life-size “Three Graces,” by Correggio, epitomizing feminine grace indeed.

“Thou art fairer,