"Ay--the prince! we have cause to love each other!"

"Ye have indeed! Hasten, Calderon; not a moment is to be lost!
Banished! Calderon, shall I be banished?" And the old man, bursting
into tears, fell at the feet of Calderon, and clasped his knees.

"Go, go, I implore thee! Save me; I loved thee, Calderon, I always loved
thee. Shall our foes triumph? Shall the horn of the wicked be exalted?"

For a moment (so great is the mechanical power of habit) there returned
to Calderon something of his wonted energy and spirit; a light broke from
his sunken eyes; he drew himself up to the full of his stately height: "I
thought I had done with courts and with life," said he; "but I will make
one more effort; I will not forsake you in your hour of need. Yes, Uzeda
shall be baffled; I will seek the king. Fear not, my lord, fear not; the
charm of my power is not yet broken."

So saying, Calderon raised the cardinal from the ground, and extricating
himself from the old man's grasp strode, with his customary air of
majestic self-reliance, to the door. Just ere he reached it, three low,
but regular knocks sounded on the panel: the door opened, and the space
without was filled with the dark forms of the officers of the
Inquisition.

"Stand!" said a deep voice; "stand, Roderigo Calderon, Marquis de Siete
Iglesias; in the name of the most Holy Inquisition, we arrest thee!"

"Aliaga!" muttered Calderon, falling back.

"Peace!" interrupted the Jesuit. "Officers, remove your prisoner."