That settled it. I stepped forward and deliberately kissed her on the
cheek.
The next instant my mouth stung with the blow of an open hand, and I
was looking down into the flashing eyes and flaming face of the
Princess.
It was quite evident I had not been expected to kiss her.
"Sir!" she exclaimed. "Sir!" And with each word she seemed to strike
me afresh. Then words failed her, and with another gesture of disdain
she gave me her back.
"Your Majesty, who is this----?" she began.
Then she stopped and I heard her catch her breath. The next moment,
with high-held head she swept by me and from the room. And with her
going crumbled all the bright castles I had builded on the memories of
that ride in the forest, six years before.
Of course I had been a silly fool. The fiend himself must have
possessed me. But I had kissed her, and that was something to
remember,--though, doubtless, that itself but proved me the greater
idiot. All this and much more whirled through my mind in the moment of
the Princess's leaving; then I turned, expecting to face the scorn of
the King,--and found him wiping the tears from his eyes and shaking
with laughter.
So this was what had seat Dehra from the room in anger.
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