laughter flung something after them. Viola stretched out her hand
and caught it in mid-air, and it was a horseshoe.

"The tale is complete," she laughed, "and now you know where Pepper
picked up her stones."

Soon after the King said, "Here is my Barn." And he sprang down and
lifted his bride from the nag's back and brought her in.

"It is a poor place," he said gently, "but it is all I have. What
can I do for you in such a home?"

"I will tell you," said Viola, and putting her hand into her left
pocket, she drew out the ruby winking with the wine of mirth. "You
can dance in it." And suddenly they caught each other by the hands
and went capering and laughing round the Barn like children.

"Hurrah!" cried William, "now I know what a King should do in a
Barn!"

"But he should do more than dance in it," said Viola; and putting
her hand into her right pocket she gave him the pearl, as pure as a
prayer; "beloved, he should pray in it too."

And William looked at her and knelt, and she knelt by him, and in
silence they prayed the same prayer, side by side.

Then William rose and said simply, "Now I know."

But she knelt still, and took from her girdle the diamond, as bright