Pascal was there and came to her help.
He went forward to the churchwarden and took from the silver plate the crown piece{6} of the holy element covered with flowers, and took and presented two pieces of the holy bread to Franconnette--one for herself, the other for her grandmother.
From that moment she begins to live a new life, and to understand the magic of love.

She carries home the blessed bread to the ancient dame, and retires to her chamber to give herself up, with the utmost gratefulness, to the rapturous delight of loving.

"Ah," says Jasmin in his poem, "the sorrowing heart aye loveth best!" Yet still she remembers the fatal doom of the sorcerer that she is sold for a price to the demon.

All seem to believe the hideous tale, and no one takes her part save Pascal and her grandmother.

She kneels before her little shrine and prays to the Holy Virgin for help and succour.
At the next fete day she repaired to the church of Notre Dame de bon Encontre,{7} where the inhabitants of half a dozen of the neighbouring villages had assembled, with priests and crucifixes, garlands and tapers, banners and angels.