"Yes, my child; come here, Henriot." The King of Navarre drew near; Charles took him by the hand.
"See this hand, Marie," said he, "it is the hand of a good brother and a loyal friend. Were it not for this hand"—
"Well, sire?"
"Well, had it not been for this hand to-day, Marie, our child would have no father."
Marie uttered a cry, fell on her knees, and seizing Henry's hand covered it with kisses.
"Very good, Marie, very good," said Charles.
"What have you done to thank him, sire?"
"I have done for him what he did for me."
Henry looked at Charles in astonishment.
"Some day you will know what I mean, Henriot; meanwhile come here and see." He approached the bed, on which the child still slept.