And Relf grew very fond of her in those few days, as one might see.

Nor do I know how anyone could help doing so.

Even the rough housecarles would watch for a chance of doing some little service for her.
And yet, as I have said, Uldra was not the fairest maiden that I had seen.

Men are apt to think that the fairest must ever be the best, and a man learns that it is not so only by degrees, maybe.
And when I looked on Uldra's face it began to seem to me the best that could be, and ever to me it would seem that I knew it well.
For some look of hers that should be new to me was not new--I had expected it in some way, and should have wondered not to see it cross her face.

And so in gesture and in word also.