I had forgotten, I had forgotten: a handful of days ago a butterfly went by me, and I recognized it. It was a Queen. Not a viceroy and not a Monarch, but a Queen. She was smaller than a Monarch but more regal than the Viceroy. Her slender black body was dotted with white as if she wore a close-tailored dress of inverse ermine. Mere Viceroys are not so attired; Monarchs are. There are sumtuary laws among the Papilionoidea; only those of royal blood may wear this fur.
Only a few months ago I would not have known her.
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