She smiled, did not drink, but said: "My lord and king! If I drank now from your goblet, you would drink at my lips.

Those roses belong to my bridegroom." "Who is the man who dares to be more fortunate than a king ?" asked Herod.
"I do not yet know him," whispered the girl.

"He is the man who shall give me the rarest bridal gift." "And if it was Herod ?" The girl raised her almond eyes to the prince and said nothing.

He almost lost his head with the sweetness of the shining eyes.

"You are an enchanting witch, you!" he whispered.