The princess placed her hand in his and the comely pair took their places. There was a serious task before them. They must dance around and over and between those eggs without breaking any, and that, too, with many eyes intently watching them. The members of noble families were accustomed to dance; the little feet of the lady could poise as lightly as thistle-down, while the knight was graceful in every step. When the dance was ended not a single egg had been touched! Exercise in the open air had deepened the tint on the cheek of the princess. Philibert bent his head and whispered something in her ear. "Yes," said she, smiling brightly, "let us follow the custom of the country." "Philibert has found his jewel," said Le Glorieux, "and I have helped him to get it." "What jewel do you mean?" asked the princess. "What should I mean, but yourself, fair lady? You are the jewel he always has admired. I am nothing but a fool, but I am not blind." One year from that day the two were married. To their guests they gave as souvenirs gold and silver eggs filled with spices, which they called Easter eggs, and which the natives of Savoy claim was the origin of the pleasant custom of giving eggs at that season. And Philibert and Marguerite never had occasion to regret that happy day in the forest, when, forgetting everything save that their hearts were beating with the joy of youth, they together tripped the measures of the egg-dance. THE END