They were all pale, but their wild faces were joyous and triumphant.

I saw it as they drew near.
The man who seemed their chieftain was a lean giant who was darker but, under his darkness, paler than the rest.

On his forehead was a queer, star-shaped scar.

He rode a black horse, and before him he held close with his left arm a pretty little girl dressed in strange, rich clothes.
The big man's hand was pressed against her breast as he held her; but though it was a large hand, it did not quite cover a dark-red stain on the embroideries of her dress.

Her dress was brown, and she had brown hair and soft brown eyes like a little doe's.