You don't do that to a queen. So I sent a serpent to warn them, he spit in their eyes and then they finally found out about me, stopped the damned train, opened the door.

Gracefully I took the train of my dress out of the car. It was a long as the serpent.

But nobody was allowed to see me.

So I sent the train with its flighty servants to a crash.

With the sound of the crash, I had my regrets. I didn't mean to be that bad, but what could I do? I wish they had known about me earlier.

[sb]