Without a word she opened a small traveling bag and drew forth a heavy purse. This freedom in chains pressed into the hand of the student. It was filled with Graustark gavvos, for which she had exchanged American gold in Russia. He kissed her hand, and the two stood aside to let the coach roll on into the dusky shadows that separated them from the gates of Ganlook, old Franz still driving-the only one of the company left to serve his leader to the very end. Freedom in chains, how true they have been.