“Everything in the world to do with it, my dear Dick. How lucky it is that he gave it to you!”
And she ran to her own room, and brought
a beautiful golden casket, which contained her medicines.
Taking out a small phial, marked (in letters of emerald):
“Weapon Salve,”
the princess drew the bright sword, extracted a little of the ointment from the phial, and spread it on a soft silk handkerchief.
“What are you going to do with the sword?” asked Ricardo.
“Polish it a little,” said Jaqueline, smiling, and she began gently to rub, with the salve, the point of the rapier.
As she did so, Ricardo’s arm ceased to hurt, and the look of pain passed from his mouth.
“Why, I feel quite better!” he said. “I can use my hand as well as ever.”