"Not I, lady."
"Who, then?"
"A maid--"
"Ah!" said Melissa, frowning blacker than ever. "A maid, Fool? What maid?"
"A wandering gipsy o' the wood, lady--a dark-eyed damsel with long, black
curling hair and 'voice of sweet allure'--'tis so he named her--"
"This was belike some wicked witch!" said Melissa, clenching white fist.
"Aye, belike it was, lady, for she bestowed on him a strange jewel, a heart
in heart of crystal, that wrought for us in Canalise marvels great as our
wondrous Witch herself."
Now here the lovely Melissa's frown vanished, and her red lips curved to
sudden smile.
"Belike this was no witch after all!" said she gently.
"Howbeit, lady," quoth Jocelyn slyly, "my poor comrade is surely bewitched
by her none the less. She hath wrought on him spell so potent that he
groweth mopish and talketh of her eyes, her hair, her sweet and gentle
voice, her little foot, forsooth."
"And doth he so, indeed?" said Melissa softly, and, twiddling one of
her own pretty feet, she smiled at it.
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