"Where are my servants ?" Wilhelmine closed his lips at this instant with a kiss, and forced herself to smile in spite of the pain which the wound caused her.
"Dearest, it is nothing," she cried.

"I have only prepared a great inkstand--let me write!" She dipped her pen in the blood, which continued to flow, and wrote quickly a few lines, handing them to the prince.
"Read aloud what you have written.

I will hear from your own mouth your oath.

You shall write it upon my heart with your lips." Wilhelmine read: "By my love, by the heads of my two children, I swear that I will never forsake you--that I will be faithful to you unto death, and will never separate myself from you; that my friendship and love will endure beyond the grave; that I will ever be contented and happy so long as I may call myself your Wilhelmine Enke." "I accept your oath, dearest," said the prince, pressing her to his heart.

"This paper is one of my choicest jewels, and I will never separate myself from it.