Meanwhile within the room the Princess-mother clung to Clementina. The
terror which her sharp cry had expressed was visible in her strained and
startled face. Her eyes, bright with terror, stared at the drawn
curtain; she could not avert them; she still must gaze, fascinated by
her fears; and her dry, whispering lips were tremulous.

"Heaven have mercy!" she whispered; "shut the window! Shut it fast!" and
as Clementina moved in surprise, she clung the closer to her daughter.
"No, do not leave me! Come away! Jesu! here are we alone,--two women!"

"Mother," said Clementina, soothing her and gently stroking her hair, as
though she in truth was the mother and the mother her daughter, "there's
no cause for fear."

"No cause for fear! I saw him--the sentry--he is climbing up. Ah!" and
again her voice rose to a cry as Wogan's foot grated on the
window-ledge.

"Hush, mother! A cry will ruin us. It's not the sentinel," said
Clementina.

Clementina was laughing, and by her laughter the Princess-mother was in
some measure reassured.

"Who is it, then?" she asked.

"Can you not guess?" said Clementina, incredulously. "It is so evident.
Yet I would not have you guess. It is my secret, my discovery. I'll tell
you." She heard a man behind the curtain spring lightly from the window
to the floor. She raised her voice that he might know she had divined
him. "Your sentinel is the one man who has the right to rescue me. Your
sentinel's the King."