`` After the wedding the bridegroom lifted his bride before him on his white horse , and her father and all the members of his court mounted , too , and rode after them . On and on they rode , and the skies grew darker and the wind blew and wailed , and the shades of evening came down . And just in the twilight they rode into a dark valley , filled with tombs and graves . '' ` Why have you brought me here ? ' cried the proud princess angrily . '' ` 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 XXXXX the horror that chilled the heart of the poor princess .
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