Princess Zara

The czar rose unsteadily to his feet and came towards me with his right

hand extended.

"Derrington," he said, slowly, "I have been unjust. If I had other

friends like you, who dared to tell me the truth as it is, and not

distort it out of all recognition--if there were others here who dared

to defy me when defiance alone will make me see things in their right

light, Russia would be the better for it. Go to Zara d'Echeveria. Tell

her that I wish her to come here. Tell her that the Czar of Russia will

ask her forgiveness for an act that he could not avoid committing. She

will understand. You shall be married in the palace, and you will both

remain in Russia."

Then he put his arms around me in Russian fashion and bade me go.