But still he came on, persistently, resolutely, carrying his golden shield before him.
His visor was down, and she wished that he would raise it.

She yearned for the sight of that splendid face with its knightly features and blue, fiery eyes.

She pictured it to herself as he came, but somehow it did not seem to fit that patient climbing figure.
And then as he gradually drew nearer, the thought came to her to go and meet him, and she started to run down the slope.

She reached him.

She gave him both her hands.