"On that point she has changed her mind." "So much the better," I said.

"But why ?" "There is a canon of the Church, Olaf, which forbids intermarriage between a god-parent and his or her god-child," she replied dryly.
"Whether this canon has come to the Augusta's memory or not, I cannot say.

It may be so." "Who, then, is to be my god-mother ?" I asked hurriedly, leaving the problem of Irene's motives undiscussed.
"I am, by the written Imperial decree delivered to me not an hour ago." "You, Martina, you who are younger than myself by many years ?" "Yes, I.The Augusta has just explained to me that as we seem to be such very good friends, and to talk together so much alone, doubtless, she supposed, upon matters of religion, there could be no person more suitable than such a good Christian as myself to fill that holy office." "What do you mean, Martina ?" I asked bluntly.
"I mean, Olaf," she replied, turning away her head, and speaking in a strained voice, "that, where you are concerned, the Augusta of late has done me the honour to be somewhat jealous of me.

Well, of a god-mother no one need be jealous.

The Augusta is a clever woman, Olaf." "I do not quite understand," I said.