Oldal 67 [67]
¥VON AND FINETLE
charmed with her wit, she shook the little ball in her hand,
and repeated, in a whisper,
“Golden bullet, precious treasure,
Save me, if it be thy pleasure.”
And behold! the bullet grew larger and larger, until it
became a goblet of chased gold, the most beautiful cup that
ever graced the table of baron or king.
Finette filled the cup herself with spiced wine, and,
calling the seneschal, who was cowering behind her, she
said, in her gentlest tones, "My good seneschal, I en¬
treat you to offer this goblet to Lord Yvon. I wish to
drink his health, and I am sure that he will not refuse
me this pleasure.”
Yvon took the goblet, which the seneschal presented to
him on a salver of enamel and gold, with a careless hand,
bowed to the stranger, drank the wine, and, setting the
cup on the table before him, turned to the fair-haired lady
who occupied all his thoughts. The lady seemed anxious
and vexed. He whispered a few words in her ear that
seemed to please her, for her eyes sparkled, and she placed
her band again in his.
Finette cast down her head and began to weep. Áll was
over.
“Children,” cried the baron, in a voice of thunder, "fil
your glasses. Let us drink to the noble stranger who
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