She thanked him with a low word in his ear, audible only to himself, as he set her in the saddle and bent to kiss her hand.
A right gallant pair were Douglas and Sybilla de Thouars as they rode away, their heads close together, over the green sward and under the tossing banners of the bridge.

Sholto was behind them giving great heed to the managing of his horse, and wondering in his heart if indeed Maud Lindesay were looking down from her chamber window.

As they passed the drawbridge he turned him about in his saddle, as it were, to see that his men rode all in good order.

A little jet of white fluttered quickly from the sparred wooden gallery which clung to the grey walls of Thrieve, just outside the highest story.

And the young man's heart told him that this was the atonement of Mistress Maud Lindesay.
Earl Douglas was in his gayest humour on this second day of the great tourneying.