And it was none of the daughters of the twenty peers.

It was Olivia.
She wore a trailing gown of rainbow hues, more like the hues of water than of texture, and the warm light fell upon these as she descended and variously multiplied them to beauty.

Her little feet were sandaled and a veil of indescribable thinness was wound about her abundant hair and fell across her face, but the gold of her hair escaped the veil and rippled along her gown.

Carven chains and necklaces were upon her throat, and bracelets of beaten gold and jewels upon her arms.

About her forehead glittered a jeweled band with pendent gems which, at her moving, were like noon sun upon water.
As he realized that this was indeed she whom he had come to seek, only to find her hedged about with difficulties--and it might be by divinities--which he had not dreamed of coping, a kind of madness seized St.George.The lights danced before his eyes, and his impulse had to do with rushing up to the dais and crying everybody defiance but Olivia.