His eyes, no longer humorous and tender, became searching and bright--young still, but with the fire of youth, rather than its merriment.

As he leaned forward in his chair, his hands gripped his knees.

Looking at his ring the Prioress saw the stone the colour of red wine.
"What if, after all, I can help you in this," he said.

"What if I can throw light upon the whole situation, and find a cause for the little foolish bird's restless condition, proving to you that she may have heard something more than the mere neighing of a palfrey! Listen! "A Knight arrived in this city, rather more than a month ago; a very noble Knight, splendid to look upon; one of our bravest Crusaders.

He arrived here in sore anguish of heart.