She took it with a flushing face.
"Malcolm," she said, "tell him that we will not forget." So I told him, and he smiled, saying nothing in answer.

I dare say he knew that Gerda would not do so, if he had less hopes for myself.

Gerda first, and then we two in turn, bent and kissed his thin hand, and he blessed us, and we must needs go.
Across the sand hills we went, keeping out of sight of the opposite shore, and I looked back once and saw that the little black-robed group was moving away up the glen.

One brother was coming from the chapel with a burden, which, no doubt, was the case containing the holy vessels.
"Four of us to pull, and Gerda to steer," said Bertric, whose spirits, like my own, were rising.

"We should do well.