To See the Queen

Since I was the one who had been ill, it was me she came to see. Everyone wanted a glimpse of her. The people emerged from their houses toward mine and with such caution. They made a visor of their hands. It was as if they were to be accounted for, wading the long uphill, little moving triangles all I could distinguish at first. But the queen came to see only me and I saw her. And my life for a while was dismissed and so repaired.