I'm Philip d'Avranche, of the Narcissus." Ranulph had forgotten.

The slight lad Philip had grown bronzed, and stouter of frame.

In the eleven years since they had been together at the Battle of Jersey, events, travel, and responsibility had altered him vastly.

Ranulph had changed only in growing very tall and athletic and strong; the look of him was still that of the Norman lad of the isle, though the power and intelligence of his face were unusual.
The girl in the cottage doorway had not forgotten at all.

The words that d'Avranche had said to her years before, when she was a child, came to her mind: "My name is Philip; call me Philip." The recollection of that day when she snatched off the Bailly's hat brought a smile to her lips now, so quickly were her feelings moved one way or another.