Perhaps, she had dreamed, she would teach some future King, shaping his child mind for a new and better world.
Change from despair to joy he made her extremely beautiful.
She was a woman, slight, almost frail in appearance; not someone who could fight with guns to free the slaves, as in the United States, but someone who could fight with knowledge in the corner of the world where she found herself.
Was she insane?! She would lose her head before she was 20!
She had become so much more accustomed to hard work and opposition than to adulation that the only emotion she had felt had been one of acute discomfort.
