"
And then he did one of those princely things that made rough men willing
to be cut down in swathes for him. He strode up to her and seized her
trembling hands.
"Nay, kneel not, dear lady," he said, putting an arm around her to
restrain her.
"God bless your Royal Highness, and give you victory," she said brokenly.
"This is the hour I have prayed for daily these thirty years, and I thank
God for giving us a Prince so worthy of an earthly throne. The Lord shall
yet have mercy upon Jacob."
"I thank God," said Charles, "for giving me a friend like you."
His green plaid was looped up at his shoulder by a fine brooch, a
cairngorm set in a silver rim. This he took off, and pinned it on the
trembling woman's breast.
"Wear this from me and for me," he said, speaking with great feeling.
Tears were standing in Margaret's eyes, there was a big lump in my throat,
and the Colonel was wasting precious Strasburg on the cobbles in the
square. When the Prince had pinned it there, he doffed his bonnet, bent
gracefully down, kissed her on the lips, and so left her. The standers-by
now cheered in earnest, and the ancient dame fell on her knees in prayer.
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