"Well, priest," she said, with a return of the sharpness in her voice, "You have brought these captives here for a reason which I already know. Yet would I hear you state it yourself."
"Lady Who Dreams, shall we not kill these intruders as has ever been our custom? The people are mystified and in doubt of my judgment, and demand decision from you."
"And you would kill?"
"Such is my judgment. I seek now your judgment that yours and mine may be one."
She glanced over the faces of the four captives. For Torres, her brooding expression portrayed only pity. To Leoncia she extended a frown; to Henry, doubt. And upon Francis she gazed a full minute, her face growing tender, at least to Leoncia's angry observation.
"Are any of you unmarried?" the Queen asked suddenly. "Nay," she anticipated t
