And the ladies applauded, crying for mercy as they saw his proud face.
And he died.
Queen Marie shivered from head to foot, she wept, her teeth chattered with the cold of approaching death, and she said, stiffening her arms and legs:
“Put me in my bed, that I may be warmed.”
And she died.
Thus, even according to the prediction of Katheline, the good witch, did Philip everywhere sow death, blood, and tears.