In her heart of hearts she had a secret conviction that some day she would find the magic cave, and Dan it would be who would possess the power to blow the magic horn.
She pictured herself dressed in flowing robes of white and gold, with her hair in long plaits reaching to her knees, riding away beside the king through those very woods, with the sunlight gleaming through the trees and flashing on the water, and on her other hand would ride Dan in shining armour, a second Sir Galahad.

She saw herself a woman, such a beautiful, graceful woman, with earnest eyes and gentle face.

She saw a knight, oh! such a splendid, courtly knight, and he looked at her and looked again, and-- A little way up the hill she sat alone, her chin on her hand, gazing down at the sun-flecked river, the shining sand, the fairy-like trees, and saw it all as plainly as though it were then happening.

She saw the graceful steeds, richly caparisoned, daintily picking their way through underwood and rocks.

A stick cracked somewhere near.