A short purple cloak, scarcely reaching to the waist, was thrown back off his shoulders, so that his steel corselet glistened in the sun.

It was the only armour he had on; a long sword hung at his side.

He rode a powerful black horse, full eighteen hands high, by far the finest animal on the ground; he required it, for his weight must have been great.

Felix passed near enough to note that his eyes were brown, and the expression of his face open, frank, and pleasing.

The impression left upon the observer was that of a strong intellect, but a still stronger physique, which latter too often ran away with and controlled the former.