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He only placed a letter in Cercas' hand, and disappeared. When Cercas had read the letter, she changed colour and seemed to become a different being. Overcome with rage, she could not speak, but sang, "The tiger follows the lion's trail." "Ildico, you have found a friend," she said at last. "You have a friend here in the room, here at the window, here on your breast."
Cercas, the favourite, had explained all this with malicious joy to her rival, and the haughty Ildico was on the point of forming a resolution. She had no friends in the palace, and could not approach the foreign princes. Cercas was sewing, and accompanied her work with a melancholy song from her home in the far East.
Ildico seemed to have collected her thoughts: "Can you lend me a needle?" she said, "I want to sew." Cercas gave her a needle, but it was too small; she asked for a larger one, and chose the largest of all. She hid it in her bosom, and did not sew. At that moment there appeared in the doorway a creature so abominably ugly and of such a malicious aspect, that Ildico thought he was a demon.
Then they followed Prince Ellak, who had heard and understood every word, although he pretended not to know their language. In the women's house sat Attila's favourite, Cercas, and sewed the bridal veil. Ildico, the beautiful Burgundian, stood at the window lost in thought and absent-minded.
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