Then she grew suddenly serious, for the memory of the hour when he saved her from the scimitar of the Turk came to her, and her heart throbbed hotly.

But she smiled again, though more gently and a little wistfully now.
Philip d'Avranche looked up towards her once more, and returned her smile.

Then he addressed the awed crowd.

He did not spare his language; he unconsciously used an oath or two.

He ordered them off to their homes.