Then the shrill blare of trumpets again rent the air, the city pipers in the towers struck up a gay march, and the entertainment began.
The gods of Olympus, led by Fame and Fortune, offered their homage to the Emperor.

A youth from the school of poets, attired as the goddess of Fame, bewailed in well-rhymed verses that for a long time no one had given her so much to do as the Emperor Charles.

His comrade, who, bearing a cornucopia in his arms, represented Fortune, assured her companion, in still more bombastic verse, that she should certainly expect far more from her, the goddess of Fame, in favour of his Majesty.
This would continue until her own end and that of all the Olympians, because the Emperor Charles himself was an immortal.

He had made them both subject to him.

Fortune as well as Fame must obey his sign.