The Maid knew surely that in France my friends were few, and well she guessed whither I was bound.

Therefore she sent for me, and bidding me carry her love to Elliot, she put into my hands a gift to her friend.

It was a ring of silver-gilt, fashioned like that which her own father and mother had given her.

At this ring she had a custom of looking often, so that the English conceived it to be an unholy talisman, though it bore the Name that is above all names.

That ring I now wear in my bosom.