He was awake once more, and dreams put aside for a more profitable moment.
"Sweet flowers for sweeter wearer," he said. "Would I were indeed your knight, little mistress, so should you ever walk on primrose paths."
She looked at him from over the great posy she held in her hands.
"Nay," she replied, "I think the primrose path would soon be left if you were no more faithful than you have been these ten years. Alas! I remember now the tears I shed watching vainly day by day under the shadow of the old wall for my playmate."
"You watched?"
"And wept."
"I thought——"
"And so did I—that you had vowed to be my true knight."
"It was before you knew my name—or understood."
"Understood what?"