His clear face and the whiteness of his hair lent to him an air of almost unearthly distinction.

His delicate hands wearing no jewels were at his sides, and his head was magnificently erect.
He mounted the dais as the music sank to silence, and without preface began to speak.
"My people," he said, and St.George felt himself thrilling with the strength and tenderness of that voice, "in the continuance of this our time of trial we come among you that we may win strength and courage from your presence.

Since one mind dwells in us all, we have no need of words of cheer.

That no message from his Majesty, the King, has come to us is known to you all, with mourning.

But the gods--to whom 'here' is the same as 'there'-- will permit the possible, and they have permitted to us the presence of the daughter of our sovereign, by the grace of the infinite, heir to the throne of Yaque.