"I am not the cause of it," she said, "but your own trickery."
"It is true. I am not worthy to live," cried the marquis, smiting the hilt of his sword to the ground. "I pray you, madam, leave me alone to die, for I cannot tear myself from the world so long as I see your face." And as he spoke he knelt on one knee, as though he were doing homage to her.
The princess caught at a bough of the tree under which she stood, and pulled the bough down so that its leaves half hid her face, and the marquis saw little more than her eyes from among the foliage. And, thus being better able to speak to him, she said, softly:
"And dare you die, unforgiven?"
"I had prayed for forgiveness before you found me, madam," said he.
"Of Heaven, my lord?"
"Of Heaven, madam. For of Heaven I dare to ask it."
