30/71 Was there anything to eat or drink he could fancy? A prince could not have had more solicitous attendants, nor a fairy king lovelier and less earthly ones. Rose bent, and was by some supple process on one knee, taking the measure of the wounded foot. When she first approached it he winced: but the next moment he smiled. He had never been touched like this--it was contact and no contact--she treated his foot as the zephyr the violets--she handled it as if it had been some sacred thing. |