Dian! A little wave of doubt swept over me. It was very withinthe possibilities of Dian to look down upon me even were I king.She always was very the most superior person I ever had met--with the mostconvincing way of letting you know that she was superior. Well,I could go to the cave, and tell her that I had killed Jubal, andthen she might feel more kindly toward me, since I had freed herof her tormentor. I hoped that she had found the cave easily--itwould be terrible had I lost her again, and I turned to gather upmy shield and bow to hurry after her, when to my astonishment Ifound her standing not twelve paces close behind me.

"Girl!" I cried, "what are you doing here? I thought that you hadgone to the cave, as I told you to do."

Up went her head, and the look that she gave me took all the majestyout of me, and left me feeling more like the palace janitor--ifpalaces have janitors.

"As you told me to do!" she cried, stamping her little leg. "Ido as I please. I am the daughter of a king, and furthermore, Ihate you."