"But, no, I will take none of these fine jewels, nor money, nor lands either," says Jurgen. "For Logreus, I must tell you, is a fairly well-to-do duchy, and the killing of giants is by way of being my favorite pastime. He is well paid that is well satisfied. Yet if you must reward me for such a little service, do you swear to do what you can to get me the love of my lady, and that will suffice." Yolande, without any particular enthusiasm, consented to attempt this: and indeed Yolande, at Jurgen's request, made oath upon the Four Evangelists that she would do everything within her power to aid him. "Very well," said Jurgen, "you have sworn, and it is you whom I love." Surprise now made her lovely. Yolande was frankly delighted at the thought of marrying the young Duke of Logreus, and offered to send for a priest at once. "My dear," says Jurgen, "there is no need to bother a priest about our private affairs." She took his meaning, and sighed. "Now I regret," said she, "that I made so solemn an oath. Your trick was unfair." "Oh, not at all," said Jurgen: "and presently you will not regret it. For indeed the game is well worth the candle." "How is that shown, Messire de Logreus?" "Why, by candle-light," says Jurgen,--"naturally." "In that event, we will talk no further of it until this evening." So that evening Yolande sent for him. She was, as Gogyrvan had said, a remarkably handsome woman, sleek and sumptuous and crowned with a wealth of copper-colored hair. To-night she was at her best in a tunic of shimmering blue, with a surcote of gold embroidery, and with gold embroidered pendent sleeves that touched the floor. Thus she was when Jurgen came to her. "Now," says Yolande, frowning, "you may as well come out straightforwardly with what you were hinting at this morning." But first Jurgen looked about the apartment, and it was lighted by a tall gilt stand whereon burned candles. He counted these, and he whistled. "Seven candles! upon my word, sweetheart, you do me great honor, for this is a veritable illumination. To think of it, now, that you should honor me, as people do saints, with seven candles! Well, I am only mortal, but none the less I am Jurgen, and I shall endeavor to repay this sevenfold courtesy without discount." "Oh, Messire de Logreus," cried Dame Yolande, "but what incomprehensible nonsense you talk! You misinterpret matters, for I can assure you I had nothing of that sort in mind. Besides, I do not know what you are talking about." "Indeed, I must warn you that my actions often speak more unmistakably than my words. It is what learned persons term an idiosyncrasy." "--And I certainly do not see how any of the saints can be concerned in this. If you had said the Four Evangelists now--! For we were talking of the Four Evangelists, you remember, this morning--Oh, but how stupid it is of you, Messire de Logreus, to stand there grinning and looking at me in a way that makes me blush!"