Sir
Wisdom, Folly behold, himself here _in propria persona_."
The Chief Herald gestured haughtily with his wand whereupon forth stepped a
file of soldiers and surrounded Jocelyn.
"Ah, Joconde! What meaneth this?" said Yolande, in troubled voice.
"Indeed, my lady, I know not!" he answered. "But let not thy brave heart
fail thee."
"Ah, Joconde, I fear for thee--whither would they lead thee? Nay, sweet
heaven, they shall not take thee from me!"
"Fear not, beloved, though they part us awhile."
"Away with the Motley!" thundered the Chief Herald, flourishing his wand.
"Yolande--O my beloved, fear not--" But even as he spake, the pikemen
closed in, and Jocelyn was hustled away; so stood she trembling, hands
clasped and eyes wide and fearful, until tall motley figure and flaunting
cock's-comb were lost to her sight and the jingle of his bells had died
away; then, finding herself alone and all men's eyes upon her, she lifted
bowed head and stood white-cheeked and proudly patient, waiting for what
might betide.
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