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I am tempted to quote Théophile's impromptu reply to a man who asserted that all poets were fools: "Oui, je l'avoue avec vous Que tous les poêtes sont fous; Mais sachant ce que vous êtes Tous les fous ne sont pas poêtes."
Then at last Elene smiled and wept, but her strength was gone; and soon afterwards she closed her eyes and went to sleep. King Theophile's heart was broken, for the baby, and not he, himself, had made Elene smile and weep. When the days of the court mourning were over the little daughter was christened, and to her christening came all the wise women of the kingdom.
King Theophile's cheeks grew pale, for he thought of the long-ago wars and men asleep in crimson meadows that had once been green. "Prince Martin is a gallant lad." "He would rather contend with others than with himself," said the Princess. "As for Prince Lorenzo, he dreams too much." "Dreamers oft know more than those who are awake," replied Elene.
At dawn King Theophile's army was astir, and those air-spies whose vehicles were still unbroken, began their flight violently and were as violently pitched back. The phalanxes were ordered to advance, but some fell dead with horror as they drove their limbs against an unseen barrier.
The three princes stayed on at the Castle, and the court was very gay. Only King Theophile's heart was heavy, for he knew that he must lose his most beautiful daughter. She was equally kind to all her suitors, and he could not discover which prince she favored.
When he beheld her, King Theophile's limbs became as weak as a new-born child's, and he heard the sound of a far-off wind that had traveled from the Kingdom of Lost Hope. He knew that henceforth for him there must be either love or death. "O Princess," he cried, "they are all asleep. But thou and I are awake." "Nay," she replied, "they are awake.
Two other very plausible explanations exist: First, the great flaming star, a foot broad, and a cubit high, which fell from heaven, as every one knows, upon the law courts, after midnight on the seventh of March; second, Theophile's quatrain, "Sure, 'twas but a sorry game When at Paris, Dame Justice, Through having eaten too much spice, Set the palace all aflame."
The next week there was a birthday fete in honour of Louise, Theophile's young sister. Everyone was bidden, and no one thought of refusing, for Louise was young, and this would be her first party. So, though the night was hot, the dancing went on as merrily as light young feet could make it go.
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