“If she be a witch, it will take a deal of fire to frighten the devil out of her.”
Soft-haired, soft-eyed Yolande gave a little, delicate shiver, for she was sensitive and fastidious.
“I hope she will not make a great noise,” she said.
Faustina reassured her.
“I do not think so; they say the smoke will soon choke her.”
Yolande gave a sigh of relief and settled herself down for entertainment. Over in the royal enclosure the archbishop of Syracuse turned with an obeisance to the image of the King.
“Shall we begin, sire?” he asked, and the seeming King answered him.
“Is all ready?”
“All, sire,” the archbishop answered.