This is a daylight business.

If I am to live my days here I must make a fair conquest." The man fell back sullenly, and there were anxious faces in the retinue jogging twenty yards behind.

But no care sat on Jehan's brow.

He plucked sprays of autumn berries and tossed and caught them, he sang gently to himself and spoke his thoughts to his horse.

Harm could not come to him when air and scene woke in his heart such strange familiarity.
A last turn of the road showed Highstead before him, two furlongs distant.