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¥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 entreat 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 45
