“Milsi, hush, hush—”
A golden yellow light blossomed about them. The unearthly scent of surpassing sweetness enfolded them. At the core of the golden radiance the figure of a woman glowed, supernal, divine, shedding benediction. She wore a white gown girdled by a golden chain. Her dark hair flowed in a loose perfumed mass from beneath a helmet of so brilliant a gold it shone as though molten. Crimson plumes bedecked the helmet. Milsi, looking on in awe, saw the woman’s face.
A pale face, unlined, with a purity of outline that set her countenance apart from ordinary features, her face half-smiled down upon the two locked in each other’s arms. Her eyes of a deep and lustrous brown seemed to melt into them. Her firm, full mouth, a contrast of complexity, curved benignly upon them. Yet in he
