"You are coming on fast, and I predict great things from you.

And now, Edith, lay aside that sampler you are pretending to be so busy upon and speak to this knight of yours." Edith laid down her work and came forward.

She was no longer the dignified little queen of the tournament, but a laughing, bright-faced girl.
"I don't see that you are changed," she said, "except in your dress.

You speak softly and naturally, just as you used to do, and not a bit like those little court fops, Uncle Talbot's pages.

I am afraid you will not want to be my knight any more, now that you are going to get great honours at the war; for I heard my Uncle Talbot tell my lady mother that he was sure you would gain great credit for yourself." "I shall be always your knight," Walter said earnestly; "I told you I should, and I never break my word.