, my daughter shall have no other
husband but you. See, she is here present, and I charge her to promise
you the same."

The daughter, weeping, strove to assure him of what her mother promised.
He well knew, however, that even if his health were restored he would
still lose his sweetheart, and that these fair words were only uttered
in order somewhat to revive him. Accordingly, he told them that had they
spoken to him thus three months before, he would have been the lustiest
and happiest gentleman in France; but that their aid came so late, it
could bring him neither belief nor hope. Then, seeing that they strove
to make him believe them, he said--

"Well, since, on account of my feeble state, you promise me a blessing
which, even though you would yourselves have it so, can never be mine, I
will entreat of you a much smaller one, for which, however, I was never
yet bold enough to ask."

They immediately vowed that they would grant it, and bade him ask
boldly.

"I entreat you," he said, "to place in my arms her whom you promise me
for my wife, and to bid her embrace and kiss me."

The daughter, who was unaccustomed to such familiarity, sought to make
some difficulty, but her mother straightly commanded her, seeing that
the gentleman no longer had the feelings or vigour of a living man.
Being thus commanded, the girl went up to the poor sufferer's bedside,
saying--

"I pray you, sweetheart, be of good cheer."

Then, as well as he could, the dying man stretched forth his arms,
wherein flesh and blood alike were lacking, and with all the strength
remaining in his bones embraced her who was the cause of his death. And
kissing her with his pale cold lips, he held her thus as long as he was
able. Then he said to her--

"The love I have borne you has been so great and honourable, that,
excepting in marriage, I have never desired of you any other favour
than the one you are granting me now, for lack of which and with which
I shall cheerfully yield up my spirit to God. He is perfect love and
charity. He knows the greatness of my love and the purity of my desire,
and I beseech Him, while I hold my desire within my arms, to receive my
spirit into His own."

With these words he again took her in his arms, and with such exceeding
ardour that his enfeebled heart, unable to endure the effort, was
deprived of all its faculties and life; for joy caused it so to swell
that the soul was severed from its abode and took flight to