`` I think I can cure it , '' said Jaqueline . `` Did n't you say Prince Charles gave you his own sword ? '' `` Yes , there it is ; but what has that to do with it ? '' `` Everything in the world to do with it , my dear Dick . How lucky it is that he gave it to you ! '' And she ran to her own room , and brought a beautiful golden casket , which contained her medicines . Taking out a small phial , marked -LRB- in letters of emerald -RRB- : `` WEAPON SALVE , '' the princess drew the bright sword , extracted a little of the ointment from the phial , and spread it on a soft silk handkerchief . `` What are you going to do with the sword ? '' asked Ricardo . `` Polish it a little , '' said Jaqueline , smiling , and she began gently to rub , with the salve , the point of the rapier . As she did so , Ricardo 's arm ceased to hurt , and the look of pain passed from his mouth . `` Why , I feel quite better ! '' he said . `` I can use my hand as well as ever . '' Then he took off the stained handkerchief , and , lo , there was not even a mark where the wound had been ! For this was the famous Weapon Salve which you may read about in Sir Kenelm Digby , and which the Lady of Branxholme used , in The Lay of the Last Minstrel . But the secret of making it has long been lost , except in Pantouflia . `` You are the best girl in the world , Jaqueline , '' said Ricardo . `` You may give me a kiss if you like ; and I wo n't call you ` Jack , ' or laugh at you for reading books , any more . There 's something in books after all . ''
The princess did not take advantage of Dick 's permission , but advised him XXXXX lie down and try to sleep .
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