"And know you sold,—betrayed,—by that—"
A shadow crossed his path, noiseless on the velvety turf.
Before them stood Stephania.
"Finish your words, my Lord Eckhardt," she said facing the Margrave. "Pray, let not my presence mellow your speech."
"And it shall not!" retorted Eckhardt hotly.
"And it shall!" thundered Otto rushing upon him. "Upon your life, Eckhardt, one insult and—"
Stephania laid a tranquillizing finger on Otto's arm.
"I have heard all," she said, pale as marble, but smiling. "And I forgive."
"You have heard his accusation—and you forgive, Stephania?" cried Otto, gazing incredulously into her eyes.
"You had faith in me—I thank you—Otto!" she replied softly, and sweeping by Eckhardt, she extended both hands to the King. He grasped them tightly within his own and, bending over them, pressed his fevered lips upon them.