Above all try to meet his gaze and respond to it.

Very few can bear the lightning glance of those eyes, but, if you can return it freely and fearlessly, you have conquered.

Fear nothing, my child, and may Aphrodite adorn you with her most glorious beauty! My friends, we must start, I think the king himself is coming." Nitetis sat erect in her splendid, gilded carriage; her hands were pressed on her throbbing heart.
The clouds of dust came nearer and nearer, her eye caught the flash of weapons like lightning across a stormy sky.

The clouds parted, she could see single figures for a moment, but soon lost them as the road wound behind some thickets and shrubs.

Suddenly the troop of horsemen appeared in full gallop only a hundred paces before her, and distinctly visible.
Her first impression was of a motley mass of steeds and men, glittering in purple, gold, silver and jewels.