` This is my kingdom , ' he answered . ` These are the tombs of the kings I have conquered . Behold me , beautiful princess . I am Death ! ' `` He lifted his visor . All saw his awful face . The proud princess shrieked . '' ` Come to my arms , my bride , ' he cried . ' I have won you fairly . I am the king who conquers all kings ! ' `` He clasped her fainting form to his breast and spurred his white horse to the tombs . A tempest of rain broke over the valley and blotted them from sight . Very sadly the old king and courtiers rode home , and never , never again did human eye behold the proud princess . But when those long , white clouds sweep across the sky , the country people in the land where she lived say , ` Look you , there is the Wedding Veil of the Proud Princess . ' '' The weird spell of the tale rested on us for some moments after the Story Girl had finished . We had walked with her in the place of death and grown cold with the horror that chilled the heart of the poor princess . Dan presently broke the spell . `` You see it does n't do to be too proud , Felicity , '' he remarked , giving her a poke . `` You 'd better not say too much about Peter 's patches . '' CHAPTER V. PETER GOES TO CHURCH There was no Sunday School the next afternoon , as superintendent and teachers wished to attend a communion service at Markdale .
The Carlisle service was in the evening , and at sunset we were waiting at Uncle Alec 's front door for XXXXX and the Story Girl .
Dan Death Markdale Peter Princess fainting poke spell tombs visor