"King Otto dying?" the Chamberlain muttered to himself. "Away from Rome,—the Fata Morgana of his dreams?"
A gesture of the monk interrupted the speaker.
"When a knight makes a vow to a lady, he does not thereby become her betrothed. She oftener marries another."
"Yet the Saint may work a miracle. The Holy Father is praying so earnestly for his deliverance, that Saint Michael may fear for his prestige, did he not succour him."
"Your heart is tenderer than I had guessed."
"And joined by the prayers of such as you—"
The monk raised his hand.
"Nay,—I am not holy enough."
"I thought they were all saints at San Zeno."
"That is for Rome to say."