In the meantime the music and the dance went on. But it began to surprise me a little that there was no pause, that the festival continued without intermission. I went up to one of those who seemed the masters of ceremony, directing what was going on. He was an old man, with a flowing robe of brocade, and a chain and badge which denoted his office. He stood with a smile upon his lips, beating time with his hand to the music, watching the figure of the dance. ‘I can get no one to tell me,’ I said, ‘what the occasion of all this rejoicing is.’ ‘It is for your coming,’ he replied, without hesitation, with a smile and a bow. For the moment a wonderful elation came over me. ‘For my coming!’ But then I paused and shook my head. ‘There are others coming besides me. See! they arrive every moment.’ ‘It is for their coming too,’ he said, with another smile and a still deeper bow; ‘but you are the first as you are the chief.’ This was what I could not understand; but it was pleasant to hear, and I made no further objection. ‘And how long will it go on?’ I said. ‘So long as it pleases you,’ said the old courtier. How he smiled! His smile did not please me. He saw this, and distracted my attention. ‘Look at this dance,’ he said; ‘how beautiful are those round young limbs! Look how the dress conceals yet shows the form and beautiful movements! It was invented in your honour. All that is lovely is for you. Choose where you will, all is yours. We live only for this: all is for you.’ While he spoke, the dancers came nearer and nearer till they circled us round, and danced and made their pretty obeisances, and sang: ‘All is yours; all is for you:’ then breaking their lines floated away in other circles and processions and endless groups, singing and laughing till it seemed to ring from every side, ‘Everything is yours; all is for you.’ I accepted this flattery I know not why: for I soon became aware that I was no more than others, and that the same words were said to every new-comer. Yet my heart was elated, and I threw myself into all that was set before me. But there was always in my mind an expectation that presently the music and the dancing would cease, and the tables be withdrawn, and a pause come. At one of the feasts I was placed by the side of a lady very fair and richly dressed, but with a look of great weariness in her eyes. She turned her beautiful face to me, not with any show of pleasure, and there was something like compassion in her look. She said, ‘You are very tired,’ as she made room for me by her side. ‘Yes,’ I said, though with surprise, for I had not yet acknowledged that even to myself. ‘There is so much to enjoy. We have need of a little rest.’ ‘Of rest,’ said she, shaking her head, ‘this is not the place for rest.’