Farewell now, but my heart tells me we shall meet again." The king's son and the knight's embraced with all the warmth of a real and deep affection, albeit of only a few hours' growth, and gazing at each other to the last they parted.
"I shall always wear the silver swan," Paul had said as their lips met.

"You will know me by that.

And I--oh, I never could forget you! Your face will live always in my heart." The doors closed behind the retiring knight and his son.

The vision alone conjured up by the words of the prince lived in the heart of Paul Stukely.

His face was very brightly grave as he rode home beside his father.