See, it enters." As she spoke, up the hall advanced the embassy.

At the head of it walked a young man, tall, dark, handsome and commanding, whose aspect seemed in some way to be familiar to me.

He was richly clothed in a purple cloak and wore upon his head a golden circlet that suggested royal rank.
Those who followed him were mostly old men who had the astute faces of diplomatists, but a few seemed to be generals.

Yva continued in her monotonous voice: "Comes the son of the King of the confederated Nations, the Prince who will be king.

He bows before the Lord Oro.