"And have every one asking with whom Stephen the smith walks? No, I will go as I came. You have not answered me, Stephen."
"And you have not refused me, madame."
"Will you answer me to-morrow when I come with the Countess?"
"Yes, I will answer then."
The Princess had drawn near to the door; now Stephen opened it for her to pass out; and as she crossed the threshold, she said:
"And I will refuse you then—perhaps;" with which she darted swiftly down the dark, silent, shining street, and was gone; and Stephen, having closed the door, passed his hand twice over his brow, sighed thrice, smiled once, and set about the preparation of his supper.
On the next night, as the Cathedral clock struck nine, there arose a sudden tumult and excitement in the palace. King Henry the Lion was in such a rage as no man had ever seen him in before; even Rudolf, his son, did not dare to laugh at him; courtiers, guards, attendants, lackeys, ran wildly to and fro in immense fear and trepidation. A little later, and a large company of the King's Guard filed out, and, under the com-
