But Dona Beatrix will excuse herself from going.

The palace will be almost empty, and we shall find her in the little gallery above the Queen's garden." The next morning we went there, Don Enrique de Cerda and his squire, Juan Lepe.

The palace rose great and goodly enough, with the church at hand.

All had been built as by magic, silken pavilions flying away and stout houses settling themselves down.

Sunk among the walls had been managed a small garden for the Queen and her ladies.