And not a bearded head of it all could she have! The rebellion that had been the passion of her father's life rose up in her—the unreasoning rebellion of those who only know that they have nothing.
Had not her honesty been natural to her as her courage, and braced by the Piedmontese woman's stern repeated lessons, it would have broken down now under her longing to serve this man, and her wondering rage at the inequalities of fate.
'These might fetch money,' Este said once to her, taking up a fibula of gold and a necklace of amber which had escaped the ravenous greed of Saturnino.
'They are theirs,' she said quickly and sternly, and took them out of his hand and laid them down reverently.
He smiled faintly.
'Oh, do not think I would rob you like Saturnino. But these things belong to you by right of discovery, and they are no good to the dead.'
She shook her head.
'That may be. But I would sooner seize some one by the throat and rifle his pockets than I would rob those who sleep and are silent.'
