She gazed, with a wild love and despairing tenderness, on the still, all but dead face, white and clear from loss of blood and terror.
The knight rose.

The light that had been confined to his eyes, now shone from his whole countenance.

He took the little thing in his arms, and, with the mother's help, undressed her, and looked to her wounds.

The tears flowed down his face as he did so.

With tender hands he bound them up, kissed the pale cheek, and gave her back to her mother.