There was a brief greeting and a hurried parting--tearful on Yolanda's part.

Then we rode around to the Postern and entered the courtyard of the castle.
Crossing the courtyard, we passed out through the great gate at the keep, and soon stood demanding admission to the lists.
The course was laid off north and south, the sun being in the southwest.
The hour of battle was fixed at four o'clock, and the combat was to continue till sundown, if neither champion fell before that time.

The pavilion for the duke and the other spectators was built at the west side of the false lists--a strip of ground ten feet wide, extending entirely around the true lists, but separated from it by a barrier or railing three feet high.
It was an hour after we left Castleman's house before Max and I entered the false lists.

As I expected, the princess was sitting in the pavilion with her father and Duchess Margaret.

A veil partly concealed her features, and when Max rode down the false lists to make his obeisance before the duke and the duchess, he could not know that the white face of Yolanda looked down upon him.