“It has neither legs nor tail,” said a third.
“Yet it has a number of globular red eyes,” said a fourth.
“And it certainly has horns,” said a fifth.
And so said they all, until it came to the turn of the very old Wise Man from the East.
He looked long at the token.
“It has horns,” said he at last, “but it is not a beast.”
“Not a beast!” said they, one to the other.
“But what is it then?”
“It is a token of love,” said he.
“Highty-tighty,” interrupted the King. “Read us then the full meaning of the token.”