The dressing of her hair was the most troublesome part, she knew, and though she could not have done it herself, she had felt that every touch and turn had been perfectly skilful.
"What a wonderful creature you are!" she whispered, as Inez bade her stand up.
"You have beautiful hair," answered the blind girl, "and you are beautiful in other ways, but to-night you must be the most beautiful of all the court, for his sake--so that every woman may envy you, and every man envy him, when they see you talking together.

And now we must be quick, for it has taken a long time, and I hear the soldiers marching out again to form in the square.

That is always just an hour and a half before the King goes into the hall.

Here--this is the front of the skirt." "No--it is the back!" Inez laughed softly, a whispering laugh that Dolores could scarcely hear.
"It is the front," she said.

"You can trust me in the dark.