A narrow, latticed and roofed gallery built without the Queen's rooms looked down upon orange and myrtle trees and a fountain.

Here we found the Marchioness de Moya, with her two waiting damsels whom she set by the gallery door.

Don Enrique kissed her hand and then motioned to me.

Don Jayme de Marchena made his reverence.
She was a strong woman who would go directly to the heart of things.
Always she would learn from the man himself.

She asked me this and I answered; that and the other and I answered.