The battle was over; the princess bowed over her husband, and her
hands softly raised him from his knees. "Stand up, prince--I dare
not see you lying at my feet. You have a right to my love--you are
my husband."

Prince Henry clasped her closely, passionately in his arms.




CHAPTER IV.

THE FETE IN THE WOODS.


No fete was ever brighter and gayer than that of Rheinsberg. It is
true, the courtly circle waited a long time before the beginning of
their merry sports. Hours passed before the princely pair joined
their guests in the music-saloon.

The sun of royalty came at last, shedding light and gladness. Never
had the princess looked more beautiful--more rosy. She seemed,
indeed, to blush at the consciousness of her own attractions. Never
had Prince Henry appeared so happy, so triumphant, as to-day. His
flashing eyes seemed to challenge the whole world to compete with
his happiness; joy and hope danced in his eyes; never had he given
so gracious, so kindly a greeting to every guest, as to-day.

The whole assembly was bright and animated and gave themselves up
heartily to the beautiful idyl for which they had met together under