"You saw him closely?" Lael asked.
"To get to his horse, he passed near me as I am to you, my little friend."
"What did he wear?"
"Oh, he was in armor. A cap of blue steel, with a silver spike on the crown—neck and shoulders covered with a hood of mail—body in a shirt of mail, a bead of silver in each link—limbs to the knees in mail. From the knees down there were splints of steel inlaid with silver; his shoes were of steel, and on the heels long golden spurs. The hood was clasped under the chin, leaving the face exposed—a handsome face, eyes black and bright, complexion olive, though slightly bloodless, expression pleasant."
"How old is he?"
"Twenty-six or seven. Altogether he reminded me of what I have heard of the warriors who used to go crusading."
"What following had he?"
This was from the Princess.
"I can only speak of what I saw—of the keepers of the horses, and of the other men, whom, in my unfamiliarity with military fashions, I will call equerry, armorer, and squire or page. What accounting is to be made of the ship's company, I leave, O Princess, to your better knowledge."
"My inquiry was of his personal suite."