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Now when they were come to Solita’s chamber, the princess entered first, and turned her again to my Lord Rudel and laid her finger to her lips, saying, “Hush!” Therefore he came in after her on tiptoe and stood a little way from the foot of the couch, fearing lest he might wake his wife.

“Is she not still?” asked Joceliande in a whisper. “Is she not still and white?”

“Still and white as a folded lily,” he replied, “and like a folded lily, too, in her white flesh there sleeps a heart of gold.” Therewith he crept softly to the couch and bent above her, and in an instant he perceived that her bosom did not rise and fall. He gazed swiftly at the princess; she was watching him, and their glances met. He dropped upon his knees by the couch and felt about Solita’s heart that he might know whether it beat or not, and his fingers touched the knob of Joceliande’s bodkin. Gently he drew the gown from Solita’s bosom, and beheld how that she had been slain. Then did he weep, believing that in truth she had killed herself, but the princess must needs touch him upon the shoulder.

“My lord,” she said, “why weep for the handmaid when the princess lives?”

Then the Sieur Rudel rose straightway to his feet and said:

“This is thy doing!” For a little Joceliande denied it, saying that of her own will and desire Solita had perished. But Rudel looked her ever sternly in the face, and again he said, “This is thy doing!” and at that Joceliande could gainsay him no more. But she dropped upon the floor, and kissed his feet, and cried:

“It was for love of thee, Rudel. Look, my kingdom is large and of much wealth, yet of no worth is it to me, but only if it bring thee service and great honour. A princess am I, yet no joy do I have of my degree, but only if thou share my siege with me.”

Then Rudel broke out upon her, thrusting her from him with his hand and spurning her with his foot as she crouched upon the floor.

“No princess art thou, but a changeling. For surely princess never did such foul wrong and crime;” and even as he spake, many of the nobles burst into the chamber, for they had heard the outcry below and marvelled what it might mean. And when Rudel beheld them crowding the doorway, “Come in, my lords,” said he, “so that ye may know what manner of woman ye serve and worship. There lies my dear wife, Solita, murdered by this vile princess, and for love of me she saith, for love of me!” And again he turned him to Joceliande. “Now all the reverence I held thee in is turned to hatred, God be thanked; such is the guerdon of thy love for me.”

Joceliande, when she heard his injuries, knew indeed that her love was unavailing, and that by no means might she win him to share her siege with her. Therefore her love changed to a bitter fury, and standing up forthwith she bade the nobles take their swords and smite off the Sieur Rudel’s head. But no one so much as moved a hand towards his hilt. Then spake Rudel again:

“O vile and treacherous,” he cried, “who will obey thee?” and his eyes fell upon Solita where she lay in her white beauty upon the golden pillow of her hair. Thereupon he dropped again upon his knees by the couch, and took her within his arms, kissing her lips and her eyes, and bidding her wake; this with many tears. But seeing she would not, but was dead in very truth, he got him to his feet and turned to where the princess stood like stone in the middle of the chamber. “Now for thy sin,” he cried, “a shameful death shalt thou die and a painful, and may the devil have thy soul!”