three parts of me was a shamed and frightened orual who looked forward to a scolding from the fox for being there at all , and was bitterly lonely ; the fourth part was queen , proud ( though dazed too ) amid the heat and clamour , sometimes dreaming she could laugh loud and drink deep like a man and a warrior , next moment , more madly , answering to trunia 's daffing , as if her veil hid the face of a pretty woman .