"A pretty trick! on my life, a pretty trick!"
Now Osra and her lover had not heard what the officer had shouted to the King, and when Osra saw her brother returning from among the trees alone and with his sword, she still supposed that her lover must die; so she turned and flung her arms round his neck, and clung to him for a moment, kissing him. Then she faced the King, with a smile on her lips and the little dagger in her hand. But the King came up, wearing a scornful smile; and he asked her:
"What is the dagger for, my wilful sister?"
"For me, if you kill him," said she.
"You will kill yourself, then, if I kill him?"
"I would not live a moment after he was dead."
"Faith, it is wonderful!" said the King with a shrug. "Then plainly, if you cannot live without him, you must live with him. He is to be your husband, not mine. Therefore take him, if you will."
When Osra heard this, which, indeed, for joy and wonder she could hardly believe, she dropped her dagger, and, running for-
