To Wogan the sight of his Queen had the like effect.

He had not seen her since he had left Ohlau two years before with her promise to marry the Chevalier.

It seemed to him, though for this he had lived and worked up early and down late for so long, a miraculous thing that he should see her now.
She leaned forward and peered downwards into the lane.

The light streamed out, bathing her head and shoulders.

Wogan could see the snow fall upon her dark hair and whiten it; it fell, too, upon her neck, but that it could not whiten.