We were in a high-ceilinged, very long room, having seven sides.
There were windows to right and left.

A deep divan piled with scented cushions occupied the whole length of one long wall, and there were several huge cushions on the floor against another wall.

There was one other door besides that we had entered by.
We stood in that room alone, but I know that King felt as uneasy as I did, for there was sweat on the back of his neck.

We were being watched by unseen eyes.

There is no mistaking that sensation.
Suddenly a voice broke silence like a golden bell whose overtones go widening in rings into infinity, and a vision of loveliness parted the curtains of that other door.
"My lord comes as is meet--spurred, and ready to give new kingdoms to his king! Oh, how my lord is welcome!" she said in Persian.
Her voice thrilled you, because of its perfect resonance, exactly in the middle of the note.