[#] Helen is really quite distinct from Ellen, of which lost Elaine is the older form. The former is a Greek name signifying _attractive, captivating_. The latter is the feminine of the Celtic name Alain,—more generally written Alan or Allan,—and means _bright-haired_. Eleanor (it is a mistake as regards philology to write Elinor) is simply an amplification of Ellen by the addition of "or," _gold_. It denotes, therefore, _hair bright as gold_. Annora is a corruption of Eleanor, and Nora or Norah a further contraction of Annora. I turned round to see at whom the Queen was looking. An inner door of the chamber had just opened, and two ladies were coming into the room. At the one I scarcely looked, save to see that she was old, and wore the garb of a nun. The other fixed my eyes in an instant. Shall I say she was beautiful? I do not know. She has a face about which one never thinks whether it is beautiful or not. She is so sweet, so sweet! Her hair is long, of a glossy golden hue: her eyes are dark grey, and all her soul shines out in them. Her age seemed about twenty. And Guy said behind me, in a whisper— "The Lady Sybil of Montferrat." Something in Guy’s tone made me glance suddenly at his face. My heart felt for a moment as if it stopped beating. The thing that I feared was come upon me. The whole prophecy was fulfilled: the beautiful lady stood before me. I should be first with Guy no longer. But I did not feel so grieved as I expected. And when Lady Sybil put her arms round me, and kissed me, and told me I should be her dear little sister,—though I felt that matters must have gone very far indeed, yet somehow I was almost glad that Guy had found a heart to love him in this strange land. The old nun proved to be a cousin of the Queen, whom they call Lady Judith.[#] She is an eremitess, and dwells in her cell in the very Palace itself. I notice that Lady Sybil seems very fond of her. [#] A fictitious person. Damoiselle Melisende showed me a nice bed-chamber, where I and my three women were to lodge. I was very tired, and the Queen saw it, and in her motherly way insisted on my having some supper, and going to bed at once. So I did not even wait to see Amaury again, and Guy went to look for him and bring him up to the Queen. The King, being a mesel, dwells alone in his own rooms, and receives none. When Guy has to communicate with him, he tells me that he talks with him through a lattice, and a fire of aromatic woods burns between them. But I can see that Guy is a very great man here, and has the affairs of the State almost in his own hands. I said to Marguerite as I was undressing,—"Margot, I think Count Guy is going to marry somebody." "Why, if it please my Damoiselle?" "From the way he looks at Lady Sybil, and—other things." "Your gracious pardon, but—is he less loving to my Damoiselle?" "Oh no!—more loving and tender than ever, if that be possible."