I trow there will be enough to make all glad and happy, and I doubt not that something of good hap may come to me thereby.
But to lay claim to all--why, that would be a scurvy thought, unworthy a man of honour." Kate's bright face was full of eager sympathy and approval.
"I like thee, Cuthbert," she cried; "I like thy honest thoughts and words.

Thou art in sooth a very proper youth.

Thou art worthy of thy Wyvern blood, which I hold to be purer than that of Trevlyn, which has times and again been stained by acts of malice, greed, and violence.

But see, the sun is rising in the sky! We must back to the house for the morning meal.

And, Cuthbert, good Cuthbert, thou wilt keep my secret?
Thou wilt not tell of our meeting on May Day in the forest ?" "Never a word an thou biddest me not," answered Cuthbert, with a smile.