"I'll come and fetch you," he said.
On his way home he sat for a long while on a stone and pondered. A warm and happy idea had flashed upon him.
In the afternoon he walked up to the Castle, stopped outside and sent in a message for Camilla. While he stood waiting Victoria appeared for an instant at one of the first-floor windows; she stared down at him, turned round and disappeared into the room.
Camilla came out and he took her to the quarry and the cave. He was in an unusually calm and happy mood, the young girl amused him, her light, cheerful talk fluttered about him like little blessings. Today the good spirits were near....
"I remember, Camilla, that you once gave me a dagger. It had a silver sheath. I put it away in a box with a lot of other things, as I had no use for it."
"No, you had no use for it; but what then?"
"Well, you see, I've lost it."
"Oh I say, that was unlucky. But perhaps I can get a pair to it somewhere. I'll try."
They walked towards home.