“We have a question to ask of the gallant Sir Peter Brome and the Dona Margaret, his affianced. Is it still their desire to take each other in marriage?”
Now Peter looked at Margaret, and Margaret looked at Peter, and there was that in their eyes which both of them understood, for he answered in a clear voice:
“Your Majesty, that is the dearest wish of both of us.”
The queen smiled a little, then asked: “And do you, Señor John Castell, consent and allow your daughter’s marriage to this knight?”
“I do, indeed,” he answered gravely. “Had it not been for this man here,” and he glanced with bitter hatred at Morella, “they would have been united long ago, and to that end,” he added with meaning, “such little property as I possessed has been made over to trustees in England for their benefit and that of their children. Therefore I am henceforward dependent upon their charity.”
“Good,” said the queen. “Then one question remains to be put, and only one. Is it your wish, both of you, that you should be wed before the single combat between the Marquis of Morella and Sir Peter Brome? Remember, Dona Margaret, before you answer, that in this event you may soon be made a widow, and that if you postpone the ceremony you may never be a wife.”
Now Margaret and Peter spoke a few words together, then the former answered for them both.
“Should my lord fall,” she said in her sweet voice that trembled as she uttered the words, “in either case my heart will be widowed and broken. Let me live out my days, therefore, bearing his name, that, knowing my deathless grief, none may thenceforth trouble me with their love, who desire to remain his bride in heaven.”
“Well spoken,” said the queen. “We decree that here in our cathedral of Seville you twain shall be wed on the same day, but before the Marquis of Morella and you, Sir Peter Brome, meet in single combat. Further, lest harm should be attempted against either of you,” and she looked sideways at Morella, “you, Señora Margaret, shall be my guest until you leave my care to become a bride, and you, Sir Peter, shall return to lodge in the prison whence you came, but with liberty to see whom you will, and to go when and where you will, but under our protection, lest some attempt should be made on you.”
She ceased, whereon suddenly the king began speaking in his sharp, thin voice.