Then she sent us away, saying: "Leave her alone with me.

There are still many hours to pass, and I do not like to leave her lying there, all stark in the glare of light.
This may be the Bridal she prepared for--the Bridal of Death; and at least she shall wear her pretty robes." When presently she brought me back to her room, the dead Queen was dressed in the robe of fine linen with the embroidery of gold; and all her beautiful jewels were in place.

Candles were lit around her, and white flowers lay upon her breast.
Hand in hand we stood looking at her for a while.

Then with a sigh, Margaret covered her with one of her own snowy sheets.

She turned away; and after softly closing the door of the room, went back with me to the others who had now come into the dining room.