“Attendants of the bridegroom we—”
“Ah, well! Now what may your gift be?”
“We offer you our golden bees—”
“Think you so small a thing would please?
Have you naught else for offering?”
“Behold the great gift that we bring:
The maiden, wearing on her brow
The Ruta-wreath,[[12]] comes with us now.”
XI
DEPARTURE
Clanged the keys on the table;