“I thought that the day would never come when no one could ever dispute that you belong to me!” he sighed. “But now we have been married twice, my darling one, and you are mine as I always meant you to be.”
Then, as if he knew that he must control his desire for her a little longer, he said,
“You told me that you wanted to go out into the garden.”
“Yes – and it is – important,” Laetitia said. “Do you remember what this is?”
As she spoke, she showed the King what she held in her hand.
He looked at it curiously for a moment before he said,
“I think it is the bunch of twigs that the Voivode had beside him when we were married, but he did not do anything with them.”
“It is clever of you to remember,” Laetitia said. “He left them for me in the caravan and I know now why he did so.”
“Why
