The Queen of Sheba

She travells in a palankeen high above the crowd. The points of spears and arrow feathers, glittering armour and hot sweaty bodies, and even horsebacks are far below, making a solid tapestry with multiple shades of reds and browns. The dust is raised by the hooves and feet. She looks straight ahead, and there is none who could meet her glance or withstand it. Escorted by the noblest of the noble, she proceeds to the colossal temple, directing to a gaping huge and dark opening in its front, from where the breath of the pleasant coolness is coming out into the stuffy, almost scorching air.