But she had a yellow veil with black flowers over her face, and so many draperies about her person, that it was impossible to make any guess about her.

From the top of the terrace he gazed upon this vague form standing up like a phantom in the penumbrae of the evening.
At last she said to him: "Lead me to your tent! I wish it!" A recollection which he could not define passed through his memory.

He felt his heart beating.

The air of command intimidated him.
"Follow me!" he said.
The barrier was lowered, and immediately she was in the camp of the Barbarians.
It was filled with a great tumult and a great throng.

Bright fires were burning beneath hanging pots; and their purpled reflections illuminating some places left others completely in the dark.