“I come from the other side of the sea....”
“‘What is the feast for!’ It is the great festival: it is the Festival, the Jubilee-festival, of Emeralda. It is the Triumphal Procession of the Queen!!”
.... “It is the Triumphal Procession of the Queen!” resounded on all sides. They danced and sang:
.... “It is the Triumphal Procession of the Queen!”
They were drunk with joy, dizzy from strange joy; but Psyche suddenly saw that they were deadly pale and frightened, deadly pale under paint and flowers, and frightened whilst they danced round in a ring.
“I have no dress for the occasion; give me that veil of golden gauze!” said Psyche to the saleswoman.
“That is very dear!”
“I will pay you for it with this pearl.”
.... “With that pearl! Are you a princess, then!”
Psyche then took the veil, and she bound it round her loins, just as she used to do before.