Though not really old--for he was much on this side of sixty--both his countenance and carriage evinced age.

His complexion, indeed, was extremely fair, and his cheeks ruddy; but the visage was long and deeply furrowed, and from beneath a bonnet not dissimilar to those in use among the Scotch, streamed hair long and white as snow, mingling with a large and forked beard.

White seemed his chosen colour.

White was the upper tunic clasped on his shoulder with a broad ouche or brooch; white the woollen leggings fitted to somewhat emaciated limbs; and white the mantle, though broidered with a broad hem of gold and purple.

The fashion of his dress was that which well became a noble person, but it suited ill the somewhat frail and graceless figure of the rider.