CHAPTER XX.
The king and queen went into the forest.
They were walking hand in hand.
Night drew on. The wind rustled through the tree-tops.
The queen stood still for a moment and then, impelled by the ardent love she had so long repressed, embraced her husband, kissing his eyes, his mouth and his brow, and said:
"I've asked the departed one to forgive me! She died with my kiss on her lips. I now ask you who still live, to forgive me. You have both expiated--she, alone, by herself; you, alone, while at my side!"
She took out an amulet which she had worn hidden next to her heart. It was the betrothal ring which the king had given to her.
"Take this ring, and put it on your hand," she said.
"We are united anew," replied the king, while he put the ring on his finger and embraced the queen. He clasped her in his arms and her head rested against his heart.
With a firm step, they descended the mountain unto where their carriages were waiting for them.