CHAPTER XXII
The night was pitch dark, when she stood before the awful gate and asked admittance.
And the guards let her in because she wore a holy dress. The halberdiers took her to the hall, where they slept or kept watch, and invited her to rest.
She sat down on a rude bench, she ate their brown soldier’s bread, she drank a drop of their wine.
Then she offered them a ruby for their hospitality and evening meal.
And while they wondered that a pilgrim possessed such a beautiful jewel, she said in her strange voice, weak, tired, and yet commanding:
“I have still more topazes and rubies and dark purple carbuncles. Tell the princess that I have come to do her homage and give her my jewels.”
