Then, the air whispered its tidings to her soul. She glanced up and saw Carter standing in the passageway. Gently placing the infant in the maternal arms held out for it, she arose and without a spoken word came to him; came so close that there was nothing for him to do but to take her tenderly in his arms. Assured of their right, her hands lay on his shoulders, while her eyes sought out his soul.
Then, careless whether the whole world looked on or not, their lips met gently, lingeringly.
"Though all thrones have fallen," she sighed blissfully, "you are still my King."
"Trusia, my Trusia," he said, while Sobieska fled silently from their view.