"Goltres, I understood."
"Who led?"
"A black knight."
"Ah. Were you mounted, my lad?"
"Not then. I was in hiding."
"Ah. You know what you're about, it seems."
"Yes," said Isoult.
The messenger returned.
"You are to go and speak to Messire," he said.
Isoult saw Prosper coming towards her. Her heart's trouble began; her knees knocked together, she swayed a little as she walked.