e on her.
"One," said the Bishop, "is the love of a woman. The other is--a child."
The donkey stood meekly, with hanging head.
"A woman," repeated the Bishop. "You grow rough up here on your hillside. Only a few months since the lady your wife went away, and already order has forsaken you. The child, your daughter, runs like a wild thing, without control. Our Holy Church deplores these things."
"Will Holy Church grant me another wife?"
"Holy Church," replied the Bishop gravely, "would have you take back, my lord, the wife whom your hardness drove away."
The seigneur's gaze turned to the east, where lay the Castle of Philip, his cousin. Then he dropped brooding eyes to the Square below, where the girl Joan assisted her father by the fire, and moved like a mother of kings.
"You wish a woman for the castle, father," he said. "Then a woman we shall have. Holy Church may not give me another wife, but I shall take one. And I shall have a son."
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A Christmas fable set in the days of knights and castles. It begins well, but comes to a sappy conclusion.
A short Christmas story about a King who wanted a son and his daughter who had two wishes, to be a boy and to see her mother again.