She was clad in some garment of gleaming white cut low upon her breast, that may have been of linen, but from the way it shone, suggested that it was of glittering feathers, egrets' for instance.

Her ruddy hair was outspread, and in it, too, something glittered, like mica or jewels.

Her feet and milk-hued arms were bare and poised in her right hand was a little spear.
Nor did I see alone, since a moan of fear and worship went up from the Councillors.

Then they grew silent stared and stared.
Suddenly Zikali lifted his head and looked at them through the thin flame of the fire which made his eyes shine like those of a tiger or of a cornered baboon.
"At what do you gaze so hard, King and Councillors ?" he asked.
"I see nothing.

At what then do you gaze so hard ?" "On the rock above you stands a white spirit in her glory.