This part of the garden lay on the slope of the hill and allowed a full view of the country below.
So she shaded her eyes with her hand and looked far away to catch the first glimpse of shining armour.

In a few moments a little troop came glittering round the shoulder of a hill.

Spears and helmets were sparkling and gleaming, banners were flying, horses prancing, and again came the bugle-blast which was to her like the voice of her father calling across the distance: 'Irene, I'm coming.' On and on they came until she could clearly distinguish the king.

He rode a white horse and was taller than any of the men with him.

He wore a narrow circle of gold set with jewels around his helmet, and as he came still nearer Irene could discern the flashing of the stones in the sun.