“ You will obey me without argument,” Rodney said sharply.
Again Don Miguel bowed, and then, turning to Lizbeth standing silent by his side, he raised her hand to his lips.
“My life is at your feet,” he said softly. Then turning, he walked across the cabin with his lips smiling, his head held high.
For a moment the eyes of the two men met as he passed Rodney. There was a clash of wills – a battle deeper and more violent than anything that appeared on the surface of their expressionless faces and then as Don Miguel turned towards the door, he waved his hand with a theatrical gesture towards the box of jewels standing on the table.
“Another offering for the Conqueror,” he said.
The cabin door closed behind him. There was a long silence – a silence in which it seemed to Lizbeth as if Rod
