That passing smile was enough to restore my joy and hope, but also to renew my sorrow, soon thereafter, as I saw her close her eyes once more. “Save her!” I yelled in the direction of the physicians “Save her, since the one who is lying in this bed is going to be your Queen!”
The surgeons did not realize the meaning of my words at first, but soon guessed my point and nodded, wiping the sweat off their wet forehead. “Now, though, we have to ask you to leave, Your Highness. The surgery is a difficult one”.
Unwillingly, I followed their request, hearing the door closing behind me. I descended the stairs once more, but soon before I could reach my horse, a nurse came running after me in order to reassure me: “Sire, we shall inform you as soon as we know more”.
“That shall not be necessary”,
