Before me was the table with the open book, on which were laid the gold and silver rings and the two crowns of flowers.

There were also two tall candles, with tiniest flames of blue--the only living light to be seen.
Out of the darkness stepped the same tall figure in the gorgeous robes and the triple hat.

He led by the hand my Lady, still clad in her Shroud; but over it, descending from the crown of her head, was a veil of very old and magnificent lace of astonishing fineness.

Even in that dim light I could note the exquisite beauty of the fabric.

The veil was fastened with a bunch of tiny sprays of orange-blossom mingled with cypress and laurel--a strange combination.