We start in the green and golden sunset of Eden. The wind moans through the trees as if to give the earth a voice of mourning, for among the beautiful vistas of nature are the figures of royalty. But instead of standing tall in their territory, wearing the robes that Divinity had gifted them, they are crouched behind bushes, dressed in peasantly garb—inadeqaute, but the only covering that they could put together.