Then the music began again, softly at first, but then louder as the musicians began to gather to the centre, where sat the King and Queen.

The music was wild and semi-barbaric, but full of sweet melody.
It somehow seemed to bring before us a distant past; one and all, according to the strength of our imagination and the volume of our knowledge, saw episodes and phases of bygone history come before us.
There was a wonderful rhythmic, almost choric, force in the time kept, which made it almost impossible to sit still.

It was an invitation to the dance such as I had never before heard in any nation or at any time.
Then the lights began to gather round.

Once more the mountaineers took something of the same formation as at the crowning.

Where the royal party sat was a level mead, with crisp, short grass, and round it what one might well call the Ring of the Nation was formed.
The music grew louder.