"I love you!"
Jan's arms closed about her, and he bowed his face so that it was
smothered in her hair and he felt against it the joyous tremble of her
bosom.
"I love you," she whispered again, and under her cloud of hair their
lips met, and she whispered again, with her sweet breath still upon
his lips, "I love you."
Outside Jean de Gravois was dancing up and down in the starlit edge of
the forest, and Iowaka was looking at him.
"And NOW what do you think of your Jean de Gravois?" cried Jean for
the hundredth time at least. "NOW what do you think of him, my
beautiful one?" and he caught Iowaka's head in his arms, for the
hundredth time, too, and kissed her until she pushed him away. "Was it
not right for me to break my oath to the Blessed Virgin and tell
Melisse why Jan Thoreau had gone mad? Was it not right, I say? And did
not Melisse do as I told that fool of a Jan that she WOULD do? And
didn't she HATE the Englishman all of the time? Eh? Can you not speak,
my raven-haired angel?"
He hugged Iowaka again in his arms, and this time he did not let her
go, but turned her face so that the starlight fell upon it.
"And NOW what if Jan Thoreau still feels that the curse is upon him?"
he asked softly. "Ho, ho, we have fixed that--you, my sweet Iowaka,
and your husband, Jean de Gravois.
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