'May not, must not, be told to one who conceals his own.'
'But I must call you something, Estrella mia,' said he tenderly.
'Then your "star" be it,' said she, laughing and kissing her hand to him, 'and my love and my prayers go with you to battle.'
'Nay, I go not to battle just now.'
'Whither then, and armed thus?'
'To fulfil a vow of vengeance on a craven who smote my aged father on the beard with his mailed hand.'
'Is it not better to forgive?'
'Some things, perhaps, but not a deed like that! Ay de mi, is it not hard for you to be shut up in this solitary place, dependent on yourself for all joy and amusement?'
'Nay, señor mio, I am content; and is not contentment joy? I shall never be happier than I am, till I rejoin my dear old father.'
'Where?' asked the knight.