The bells of the Holy Spirit Day echoed over the Strait of Roses, one after another, echoing like ripples.
Or winding or straight, or wide or narrow streets are decorated with colorful flags today, and people spend a lot of effort to clean the road. Even the crowded and huge downtown area looks a little better today, with flowers adorning the squares, richly decorated theatrical stages, and organists playing music everywhere.
On the carnival day, people dressed up as various historical characters can be seen everywhere. Most of the men dress up as majestic generals or legendary ancient heroes. In a corner of the square tower, one can even see a man pretending to be the ancient Herod the Great despite the cold weather, wearing a straw cloak with bare feet and a copper-plated crown on his head, and beside him are monks dressed as John the Baptist and "Salome" in Nine Caiyi. Today, most of the people who dress up gorgeously and exaggeratedly are commoners, and they enjoy the only time of the year that they can indulge.
"They look so happy."
The queen arrived at the square in a simple convertible car. When she saw this scene, she slightly bent the corners of her lips and showed some smiles.
Like the queen, the nobles who followed the queen looked plainly dressed today. On the Holy Spirit Day, commoners try their best to dress up noble and brightly, while nobles try their best to make themselves look closer to ordinary people—even though any common clothes on nobles look simple, the price is very expensive. Enough to buy all the decorations from head to toe for the commoners.
"Her Majesty!"
"Her Majesty!"
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The long-awaited crowd noticed the arrival of the palace team, and the organ on the square played together at this moment. People dressed as heroes or ladies all cheered at this moment, rushing excitedly towards the queen's team. come over. The organists tried their best to play the music. Objectively speaking, the pieces played by the organists were different, and together with so many noisy voices, they no longer had the melody of the music.
But the genuine joy in those voices is enough to make any king who cares about his people smile.
The Queen got out of her open carriage and waved to the people in the square.
"Praise the Holy Spirit, the Holy Spirit revives!"
The queen raised her voice and announced the good news to everyone in the square according to the traditional ceremony.
"Praise the Holy Spirit! The Holy Spirit is revived!"
People cheered as they made way for the Queen and her entourage, who nonetheless tried to stand as close to the Queen as possible. In the center of the square is a tall white statue of the Holy Spirit, surrounded by a circle of green shrubs and garlands, and several huge cages that are tightly covered.
When the female dynasty crowd blessed, the twelve choir children standing beside the cage immediately tore off the thick cloth from the cage, and opened the cage door. Only the sound of dense wings vibrating was heard, and thousands of pure white pigeons flew out together, some fluttered into the blue sky, and some landed on the statue of the Holy Spirit. At the same time, the bells of all the cathedrals in Rose Strait rang at the same moment, loud and long.
Perhaps alarmed by the sound of the bell, a white dove that landed on the crown of the Holy Spirit fluttered and flew up, circled in the air for a while, and then flew towards the queen who was walking in the center of the square under the eyes of everyone. On the Queen's way.
The crowd was attracted by this little episode and change.
"Is this God's will?" the man dressed as Herod the Great asked in amazement.
"Is it the guidance of the Holy Spirit?" A lady dressed as a thirteenth-century lady asked.
The crowd gradually became quiet, and they almost subconsciously remembered the rain in August last year—the rain that proved the Queen's innocence, the rain that proved that she was the real chosen King of Roland. Strange excitement and tension seized people's hearts, and they opened their eyes wide one by one. The people standing behind stood on tiptoes and stretched their necks to witness what happened next.
Archbishop Rodrik frowned.
Those considered to be "God's Chosen" are a double-edged sword. The Queen and they can use this to improve their prestige, but they also have to bear the pressure of this "God's Blessing". But no matter what, it is too rash and too difficult to control a white dove that happens to land on the statue of the Holy Spirit, an ordinary bird, as a symbol of the oracle—how does the white dove know what role it is playing at this time? Role
Before Archbishop Rodriguez could do anything, the queen raised her hand slightly, signaling to everyone not to disturb the white dove under the sun.
Then she walked forward slowly, alone.
Today, the Queen replaced the usual heavy and gorgeous palace skirts and wore more than one long skirt made of high-quality white cotton. It was whiter than any fine linen ever seen, and was as pure in the sun as the first snow of winter. Mrs. Anne deserves to be the first-class tailor of the court. She abandoned the complicated decoration and design, imitated the traditional long skirt of the ancient Roland era and boldly referred to the costume of the pope when she was crowned, and sewed a pure white floor-length dress for the queen. cloak.
When the queen let go of her silver hair and put on it with only the crown, and walked into the sunshine, everyone felt that they saw the living incarnation of the Holy Spirit.
The pair of black eyes of the white dove that landed in front turned nimbly, and it tilted its head, as if curiously looking at the young queen who was walking towards him. Stayed in place, did not fly away. It doesn't know the identity of the person walking towards it, and it feels that her breath is very clean, like the dew in the forest in the morning, like the pine needles falling after the winter snow. It likes her breath, so it made a bold choice.
"Gods above."
There were vague exclamations in the crowd that could not be suppressed.
Amidst the exclamation, the white dove on the ground took two steps forward to meet the queen.
The spiritual little creature like the female dynasty stretched out her hand.
People held their breath subconsciously.
Heinrich stood in the crowd with a sickly pale face. Although his injury has not completely healed, he is already able to move freely. Wearing a deep black cloak with double-breasted copper buttons, he watched the queen quietly. No one knew what would happen next, but Heinrich had an inexplicable premonition.
Sometimes, time seems to always go round and round, let you know inadvertently, many things you have always remembered so deeply and clearly.
Sixteen-year-old Princess Adele sat on the lighthouse of Reef City and stretched out her hand, and petrels and white doves landed on her hands. Those creatures that belong to nature seem to have completely different intuitions from human beings. If Adele dies on the lighthouse long enough, when he goes to find her, he will see them stop on the ground beside her, sending out and screaming. A soft, soft voice led her to brush their feathers. Sometimes Adele would give him some bread and let him feed the birds with her, but as soon as he got close they would fly away.
Afterwards he just stood by the stairs, young Adele grooming the birds with her fingers while he leaned on the railing of the escalator to watch her.
The world is very quiet, as quiet as a wordless poem.
The white dove fluttered its wings, landed on the back of her hand, and pecked lightly as if to show its favor.
"My God! Saint Catherine!"
Someone in the crowd pointed at this scene and shouted excitedly. It was a traveling merchant who had been to the capital of the Roland Empire, and he was deeply impressed by the divine revelation on the dome of the Gelt Cathedral. From the first moment he saw the Queen, he felt a sense of indescribable familiarity. At this moment, when he saw the white dove resting on her shoulder, a flash of lightning flashed across his mind. Saint Catherine in a white dress on the dome overlapped with the queen at that moment. So much so that he exclaimed desperately.
"How like Saint Catherine of Gelt-Abbey!"
Archbishop Rodri looked at the businessman who was standing on tiptoe in the crowd unexpectedly. He didn't expect that someone in the crowd had been to the Gelt Cathedral and even remembered the oracle. He did not waste too much time, and cleverly used this sincere exclamation to define the character of this little episode.
The archbishop in black monk uniform rushed forward and bowed deeply to the Queen: "Praise the Holy Spirit! The Holy Spirit has really recovered!"
"Praise the Holy Spirit! The Holy Spirit has really revived!"
All the people gathered in the square cheered. Although they had never seen the rain of judgment with their own eyes, the scene before them completely believed in all the legends about the queen.
"Praise the Holy Spirit! The Holy Spirit has really revived!"
Amidst the noise of the crowd, Prince Arthur stood motionless amidst the waves of sound. No one noticed that his breathing became short of breath, and his pale cheeks were flushed abnormally.
His blue eyes focused on all the details of the moment.
Amidst the cheers, the Queen held up the white dove and sent it to the sky.
The scene in front of them seems to be able to make everyone willingly believe in the existence of gods and angels.
The Queen stood in the middle of the crowded square, the sun kissed her hair and face lightly, the white dove symbolizing peace flew from her hand, and the towers and churches stood in the distance. The world has become an oil painting engraved with miracles. In the painting, a spotless angel comes to the world with endless love and tenderness on his body.
It is not love and tenderness to one person, but to the whole world.
Except for the incarnation of the Holy Spirit in the world, who can hold the whole world in his heart