"Nay!" said the other; "how can that be? I met that spirit but now upon
the road. Gipsying along he was, light-foot, light-clad, and over his
shoulder pickaxe and spade."
Then the man cried out in terror, and ran to the throne, and pulled the
veil away, and tore the robes apart: and lo! the veil holding empty air,
and the great robes folded in upon themselves, and the gold chains
binding them.