And she was the Princess of the east.
"The third moved slowly, and as if she cared little what was thought of her, so confident was she of her pre-eminence.

She wore a blue robe, and her face was pale and her eyes cold, though beautiful.

And her hair had a reddish tinge, but yet she too was beautiful.

And she was the Princess of the west.
"The Prince bowed low to each, but no smile lit up his grave face, and his glance rested but an instant on each fair Princess as she approached.
"'Are these ladies all ?' he asked, in a low voice, as if expecting yet more.

And when the answer came, 'Yes, these are all,' a still deeper melancholy settled on his face, and he seemed indifferent to all about him.
"Then the trial began.