Come, let us look." The door of the chapel was open and they walked through it as quietly as they could, to find the place, which was not very large, filled with people.

Of these they took no heed, for the last rays of the sunlight flowing through the western window, showed them a scene that held their eyes.
A priest stood before the lighted altar holding his hands in benediction over a pair who kneeled at its rail.

One of these wore a red cloak down which her dark hair streamed.

She leaned heavily against the rail, as a person might who is faint with sleep or with the ardour of her orisons.
It was Red Eve, no other! At her side, clad in gleaming mail, kneeled a knight.

Close by Eve stood her father, looking at her with a troubled air, and behind the knight were other knights and men-at-arms.