By the short way through the woods, she could reach the castle long before sunset.
She owed Hugh much.

Yet there was another to whom she also owed a debt; how much she owed to him, this day's new light had shewn her.
She would go forward to her joy with a freer heart if she gave herself time to discharge, by acknowledgment and thanks, the great debt she owed to her old and faithful friend, Symon, Bishop of Worcester.
She sent for her steward.
"Zachary," she said, "Sir Hugh has ridden on before.

I follow by the short way through the forest, and shall not return to-night.

Bid them saddle my white palfrey, Icon.

I shall be ready to start within an hour.