From the hermitage in the oak wood." It sufficed.

When I entered he gazed, then coming to me, put his unbound hand over mine.
"Why," he asked, "'Juan Lepe' ?" I glanced toward the page and he dismissed him, whereupon I explained the circumstances.
We sat by the window, and again rose for us the hermitage in the oak wood at foot of a mountain, and the small tower that slew in ugly fashion.

Again we were young men, together in strange dangers, learning there each other's mettle.

He had not at all forgotten.
He offered to go to Seville, as soon as Granada should fall, and find and fight Don Pedro.

I shook my head.