More, he came to her, and bowing low, whispered to her: "We are players in a strange game, my lady Margaret, and what will be its end, I wonder?
Shall I be dead to-night, or you a widow?
Aye, and where was its beginning?
Not here, I think.

And where, oh where shall this seed we sow bear fruit?
Well, think as kindly of me as you can, since I loved you who love me not." And again bowing, first to her, then to Peter, he passed on, taking no note of Betty, who stood near, considering him with her large eyes, as though she also wondered what would be the end of all this play.
Surrounded by their courtiers, the king and queen left the cathedral, and after them came the bridegroom and the bride.

They mounted their horses and in the glory of the southern sunlight rode through the cheering crowd back to the palace and to the marriage feast, where their table was set but just below that of their Majesties.

It was long and magnificent; but little could they eat, and, save to pledge each other in the ceremonial cup, no wine passed their lips.

At length some trumpets blew, and their Majesties rose, the king saying in his thin, clear voice that he would not bid his guests farewell, since very shortly they would all meet again in another place, where the gallant bridegroom, a gentleman of England, would champion the cause of his relative and countrywoman against one of the first grandees of Spain whom she alleged had done her wrong.