Thatlittlebottle，whichaqueenoncecarried，ismymostpreciouspossession，andyetIwouldpartwiththatifIcouldsavethelifeofherson，happyifIcouldbutretainthehallowedpaperonwhichthequeen’shandwrotetheword’Fidele。’Yes，youpoor，pitiablesonofkings，IamFidele，IamToulan，atwhomyouhavesooftenlaughedwhenheplayedwithyouinyourprison。“
Aflashlikethesunlightpassedoverthefaceofthechild，andasmileilluminedhisfeatures。
“Sheusedtolaugh，too，“hewhispered——“she，too，mymammaqueen。“
“Yes，shetoolaughedatourjests，“saidToulan，withavoicechokedwithtears；“and，believeme，shelooksdownfromheavenuponusandsmilesherblessing，forsheknowsthatToulanhascometofreeherdearson，andtodeliverhimfromtheexecutioner’shands。
Tellmenow，mykingandmydearly-lovedlord，willyoutrustme，willyougivetoyourmostdevotedservantandsubjecttheprivilegeofreleasingyou？DoyouconsenttoacceptfreedomatthehandsofyourFidele？“