She had no doubt whatever that Prince Tabnit spoke the truth--just as the daughter of the river-god Inachus knew perfectly that she was being wooed by a voice from the air.

Indeed, the world over, lovers promise each other infinite things, and are infinitely believed.
"I do understand you, Prince Tabnit," Olivia said simply, "I do understand something of what you offer me.

I think that these things were not meant to be hidden from men always, so I can even believe that you have all that you say.

But--there is something more." Olivia paused--and swiftly, as if some little listening spirit had released the picture from the air, came the memory of that night when she had stood with St.George on that airy rampart beside the wall of blossoming vines.
"There is something more," she repeated, "when two love each other very much I think that they have everything that you have said, and more." He looked at her in silence.

The stained light from some high window caught her veil in meshes of rose and violet--fairy colours, witnessing the elusive, fairy, invincible truth of what she said.
"You mean that you do not love me ?" said the prince gently.
"I do not love you, your Highness," said Olivia, "and as for the wisdom of which you speak, that is worse than useless to you if you can do as you say with two quite innocent men." She hesitated, searching his face.