For in the sacrament one crumb is all." Then, taking her small face his hands between, He kissed her on the brow with kiss serene,-- Fit seal to that pure vision her young soul had seen. And many witnessed that King Pedro kept His royal promise. Perdicone stept To many honors honorably won, Living with Lisa in true union. Throughout his life, the king still took delight To call himself fair Lisa's faithful knight; And never wore in field or tournament A scarf or emblem, save by Lisa sent. Such deeds made subjects loyal in that land; They joyed that one so worthy to command, So chivalrous and gentle, had become The king of Sicily, and filled the room Of Frenchmen, who abused the Church's trust, Till, in a righteous vengeance on their lust, Messina rose, with God, and with the dagger's thrust. L'ENVOI. _Reader_, _this story pleased me long ago_ _In the bright pages of Boccaccio_; _And where the author of a good we know_, _Let us not fail to pay the grateful thanks we owe_.