brushed the girl's flower face with it and surveyed her mockingly.
"You are a pretty child," he said. "You might have had a king's love. Well, well, you were a fool. Does not Thibaut d'Aussigny woo you?"
"He professes to love me, sire, and I profess to hate him."
"He was sorely wounded last night in a tavern scuffle."
The girl gave a little cry of disappointment.
"Only wounded, sire?"
The king laughed heartily.
"Your solicitude is adorable. Be of cheer. He may recover. And we have clapped hands on his assassin. He shall pay the penalty."
Katherine drew a little nearer to the king. Her eyes were very eager, and there was eagerness in the tones of her voice.
"Sire, I bear this man no malice for hurting Thibaut d'Aussigny."
"You are clemency itself. It would never do to have a woman on the throne. But to hurt a great lord is to hurt the whole body politic. He shall swing for it."
The girl frowned slightly.
"This man should not die, sire. Thibaut was a traitor, a villain"
