His spellbound gaze was met by the eyes of the enchantress. To his amazement, the lady moved from her father's side and seated herself on the bench.
"You are so quiet," she said, "that I did not notice you before. So you are Master Kingswell's ward?"
Her voice was very kind and cheerful, and her silks brushed the lad's hand. He looked at the finery uneasily, but did not answer her question.
"You told us he knew English," she said to Kingswell.
"He does," replied the young man. Then, to the boy: "Ouenwa, Mistress Westleigh wants to know if you are my friend."
"Yes," said the lad. "Good friend."
"And my friend, too?" asked the girl.
"Yes," replied Ouenwa. "You look so—so—like he called the sky one morning." He pointed at Master Kingswell.
"What was that?" she queried.
"What morning?" asked Kingswell, leaning forward and smiling.