"I was not weeping for them," said the Princess.
Stephen was silent for a little, and then he said:
"In very truth it was no trick, madame; it was even as I said, from the first day that you rode along the street here; it was always the same in my heart, and would always have been, however long I had lived."
"I do not doubt it, Stephen; and it is not for doubt of it that I weep," said she.
Then, after a little while, he said:
"Do you weep, madame, because I am dying?"
"Yes, I weep for that."
"Would you have me live, madame?" he asked.
"No, I would not—no—but I do not know," she said.
Then Stephen the smith smiled, and his smile was happy.
"Yet," said he, "it would make small difference to the Princess Osra whether Stephen the smith lived or died."
At this, although he lay there a dying man, a sudden flush of red spread all over her cheeks, and she turned her eyes away from his, and would not meet his glance;
