When I revived, the king was holding me in his arms.

The shock of this unexpected good fortune, he thought, had made me faint.

He kissed me and called me his bride; he thought not for a moment that I could refuse him.

And I--despise me, Jane--I was such a dastard, that I could not summon up courage for a downright refusal.

Yes, I was so craven also, as to be unwilling to die.