The church was profusely¹ lighted. The flood of light which fell from the altars glanced from the rich jewels of the great ladies, who, kneeling upon velvet² cushions placed before them by pages, and taking their prayer-books from the hands of female attendants, formed a brilliant circle around the chancel lattice. Standing³ next that lattice, wrapped in their richly colored and embroidered⁴ cloaks, letting their green and red orders be seen with studied carelessness, holding in one hand their hats, the plumes⁵ sweeping⁶ the floor, and letting the other rest upon the polished hilts of rapiers or the jewelled handles of daggers⁷, the twenty-four knights⁸, and a large part of the highest nobility of Seville, seemed to be forming a wall for the purpose of keeping their wives and daughters from contact with the populace. The latter, swaying back and forth⁹ at the rear of the nave¹⁰, with a noise like that of a rising surf, broke out into joyous¹¹ acclamations as the archbishop was seen to come in. That dignitary seated himself near the high altar under a scarlet¹² canopy¹³, surrounded by his attendants, and three times blessed the people.