"The King is to marry the Princess," said he, fiercely. "I brought her

out of Innspruck to Bologna. The King must marry the Princess;" and,

quite unawares, he set off running towards the inn. As he drew near to

it, he heard a confused noise of shouting. He quickened his pace, and

rushing out of the mouth of a side street into the square where the inn

stood, came suddenly to a stop. The square was filled with a great mob

of people, and in face of the inn the crowd was so thick Wogan could

have walked upon the shoulders. Many of the people carried blazing

torches, which they waved in the air, dropping the burning resin upon

their companions; others threw their hats skywards; here were boys

beating drums, and grown men blowing upon toy trumpets; and all were

shouting and cheering with a deafening enthusiasm. The news of the

Princess's arrival had spread like wildfire through the town. Wogan's

spirits rose at a bound. Here was a welcome very different from the

Cardinal's. Wogan rejoiced in the good sense of the citizens of Bologna

who could appreciate the great qualities of his chosen woman. Their

enthusiasm did them credit; he could have embraced them one by one.

He strove to push his way towards the door, but he would hardly have

pierced through that throng had not a man by the light of a torch

recognised him and bawled out his name. He was lifted shoulder high in a

second; he was passed from hand to hand over the heads of the people; he

was set tenderly down in the very doorway of the Pilgrim Inn, and he

found Clementina at the window of an unlighted room gazing unperceived

at the throng.

"Here's a true welcome, madam," said he, cordially, with his thoughts

away upon that bluff of hillside where the acclamations had seemed so

distant and unreal. It is possible that they seemed of small account to

Clementina now, for though they rang in ears and were visible to her

eyes, she sat quite unmoved by them.

"This is one tiny square in a little town," he continued. "But its

shouts will ring across Europe;" and she turned her head to him and said

quietly,-"The King is still in Spain, is he not?"

Wogan's enthusiasm was quenched in alarm. Her voice had rung, for all

its quietude, with pride. What if she guessed what he for one would not

let his wildest fancy dwell upon? Wogan repeated to himself the resolve

which he had made, though with an alteration. "The King must marry the

Princess," he had said; now he said, "The Princess must marry the King."




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