It is strange, very strange!" "What is strange, Father ?" "Only that I have seen another like it." "I dare say you have," I answered, laughing, "for when I would not give this to the Augusta, it pleased her to have it copied." "No, no; I mean in Egypt, and, what is more, a story hung to the jewel." "On whom?
Where?
What story ?" I asked eagerly.
"Oh! I cannot stay to tell you now.

Moreover, your mind should be fixed upon immortal crowns, and not on earthly necklaces.

I must be gone; nay, stay me not, I am already late.

Do you get you to your knees and pray till your god-parents come to fetch you." Then, in spite of all I could do to keep him, he went, muttering: "Strange! Exceeding strange!" and leaving me quite unfit for prayer.
An hour later I was riding through the streets of the mighty city, clad in shining armour.

As the season was that of October, in which the Feast of St.Michael falls, we wore cloaks, although, the day being warm, they were little needed.