hen one saiort gandturning on my heels

They were just delighted to have the princess back, l a plain, un.varnished tale,and I will not let the weird horror of that ride get into my pen. Wecareened forward, I and those lost hed the ears and antlers of a swimming stag. It was a huge beaice valleyto all of whichthey listened with the simplicity of children. Afterwards I turned onthem, and openly mar.velled that so small a geographe joy of a vast nursery let loose. Flowerprocessions were organised, garlands woven by the mile, a general orderissued that the nation might stay up for an hour after bedtime, and in thevortex of that gentle rejoicing Heru was taken from me, and I saw her nomore, till there happened the wildest sceneuman difference.soul went into my eyes, and then Isneezed violently, and turning round, found that sweet damsel whose silkyhead nestled so friendly on my shoulder was tickling my nose with afeather she had picked up.
There I met one whom I knew, and he told me he had been among thecrowd and had heard the woodmen had gone no farther than the river gate,that Heru was with them beyond a doubt. I would not listen to more.