The dress was richly embroidered with gold, and she had anklets with silver bells upon her feet.
Ralston pushed his way through the courtyard until he reached the wall of the platform.
"Come down and speak to me," he cried peremptorily to the lady, but she took no notice of his presence.

She did not move so much as an eyelid.
She gazed over his head as one lost in meditation.

From the side an old priest advanced to the edge of the platform.
"Go away," he cried insolently.

"You have no place here.

The goddess does not speak to any but her priests," and through the throng there ran a murmur of approval.