He had praised my courage that very day, and if I was to be true to him I must be true to my trust.

I told myself that Ringan would never have countenanced this idle grief.
I girt on his sword, and hung the gold charm round my neck.

Then I took my bearings as well as I could, re-loaded my pistols, and marched into the woods, keeping to the course of the little river.
As I went I remember that always a little ahead I seemed to hear the merry lilt of Ringan's whistling..