From the forests their eyes turned--and met.

He held out his hand.

And slowly her own hand fluttered at her breast, and was given to him.
"I am quite sure that I understand you now," he said, and his voice was the low, steady, fighting voice of the man new-born.

"I will be your knight, as you have read of the knights of old.

I will urge no reward that is not freely given.