She welcomed the hardships of wind and falling snow as her opportunity.

She desired not only for escape, but also to endure.
Wogan looked her over from head to foot, filled with pride and admiration.

He had made no mistake; he had plucked this rose of the world to give to his King.

His eyes said it; and the girl, reading them, drew a breath and rippled out a laugh of gladness that his trusted servant was so well content with her.

But the Princess-mother stood unmoved.
"My daughter cannot go to-night," she repeated resentfully.