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This sword, upon which I have
sworn it, I lay at thy feet. Bid me raise it in token of thy favor and
of thine aid in this one thing which I ask of thee."
They stood looking into each other's faces, her pride melting under the
glow of the beautiful new strength in the face of the son whom she had
thought so yielding; yet it was she who had striven to teach him
knightliness.
She hesitated,--"If I cannot aid thee, what wilt thou do?"
"I must wait and suffer," he said; "for Marina will not yield."
"It is new for a maiden of the people to know such pride," she answered,
scornfully.
"It is because none are like her, and her soul is beautiful as her face!
My mother, there are none prouder in all this palace; the little
Contessa Beata is a _contadina_ beside her! Yet, it is not pride, I
think, but love and care for my happiness," he added, grown suddenly
bold. "She will not come to bring me sorrow; and she hath said that my
duty being to Venice, she can wed me only with the consent of our house.


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