If the storyteller is true to his story, at the end, when the last word is spoken, the silence will be eloquent. In the mountains of Portugal there is an ancient monastery of the Carmelite sisters, where sheets have long been woven for the first wedding night of the princesses of the royal house. One of the galleries of the monastery is decorated with a long row of gilded frames: under each there is a nameplate, and in the frame there is a square of snow-white linen fabric cut from a sheet with traces indicating the purity of the royal bride. And among these paintings there is one, in front of which visitors stand for a long time in silent contemplation...