chastised rebellion, restored religion, secured justice, established peace. To the King’s most faithful minister this monument is erected.”
Alva could rightfully take his place beside that imperious representative of royalty, Louis XIV, in his worship of self.
The Duke, thawing before the charms of this beautiful young Spaniard like an icicle in an April gun, was soon showering compliments in the florid language of his native land.
“I shall consider it a pleasure to grant you any favor as a token of my esteem,” he said.
Who can explain the fascination which beauty ever inspires in the human breast? It has wielded a tremendous power for good and evil since the world began. Doña Isidore was conscious of her power, and she exerted herself to bring the Iron Duke into her train of satellites.
“I will take you at your word, your Grace,” said the lady. “I have become interested in the condition of one of the captives in yonder prison, a maiden named Hilvardine Van Straalen. I desire very much her pardon, for I have set my heart on having this girl for my companion.”
A haughty look came into the Duke’s face. He was not used to being sued for favors of this nature. For a moment he hesitated. Then a glance at his lovely petitioner decided him.
