A queen, she, Kathlyn Hare! Her father was dead, she was a queen, and Winnie was all alone.

A gale of laughter brought to the marble lattice many wondering eyes.

The white cockatoo shrilled his displeasure.

Those outside the lattice saw this marvelous white-skinned woman, with hair like the gold threads in Chinese brocades, suddenly throw herself upon a pile of cushions, and they saw her shoulders rock and heave, but heard no sound of wailing.
After a while she fell asleep, a kind of dreamless stupor.

When she awoke it was twilight in the court.