“It is the Queen!” whispered Columbine to Harlequin.  And once more putting her finger on her lips, she deftly led him by the hand and noiselessly threaded her way through the bushes and back into the avenue, and without saying a word ran swiftly with him to the place where they had seen the King.  He was still there, alone, his head resting upon his hands.

* * * * *

In the temple the Queen was upbraiding her lover for his temerity in having crossed the frontier into the land from which he had been banished for ever, and for having dared to appear at the court revel disguised as Pierrot.  “Remember,” she was saying, “the enemies that surround us, the dreadful peril, and the doom that awaits us.”  And her lover said:  “What is doom, and what is death?  You whispered to the night and I heard.  You sighed and I am here!” He tore the mask from his face, and the Queen looked at him and smiled.  At that moment a rustle was heard in the undergrowth, and the Queen started back from him, whispering:  “We are betrayed!  Fly!” And her lover put on his mask and darted through the undergrowth, following a path which he and no one else knew, till he came to an open space where his squire awaited him with horses, and they galloped away safe from all pursuit.

Then the King walked into the temple and led the Queen back to the palace without saying a word; but the whole avenue was full of dark men bearing torches and armed with swords, who were searching the undergrowth.  And presently they found Pierrot who, ignorant of all that had happened, had been listening all night to the song of the night-jar.  He was dragged to the palace and cast into a dungeon, and the King was told.  But the revel did not cease, and the dancing and the music continued softly as before.  The King sent for Columbine and told her she should have speech with Pierrot in his prison, for haply he might have something to confess to her.  And Columbine was taken to Pierrot’s dungeon, and the King followed her without her knowing it, and concealed himself behind the door, which he set ajar.

Columbine upbraided Pierrot and said:  “All this was my work.  I have always known that you loved the Queen.  And yet for the sake of past days, tell me the truth.  Was it love or a joke, such as those you love to play?”

Pierrot laughed inanely.  “It was a joke,” he said.  “It is my trade to make jokes.  What else can I do?”

“You love the Queen nevertheless,” said Columbine, “of that I am sure, and for that I have had my revenge.”

“It was a joke,” said Pierrot, and he laughed again.

And though she talked and raved and wept, she could get no other answer from him.  Then she left him, and the King entered the dungeon.

“I have heard what you said,” said the King, “but to me you must tell the truth.  I do not believe it was you who met the Queen in the temple; tell me the truth, and your life shall be spared.”