What a joyous evening it was they spent together, sitting at the table in the chimney-side with Dame Sutherland soundly sleeping upon the bench! Sir Richard insisted that Rocelia hum over song after song for him; the which she did, trilling them low and sweet. At length she struck upon the one for which he had been waiting; the song he had heard steal out upon that lonely night when he was engaged with Sir James and Zenas in the task of burying the hound. When she had finished the last note Sir Richard told her of the weird circumstances surrounding his first acquaintance with it. Thereupon, for the first time, the young knight made bold to tell her that he had ever since that night carried that same song within his memory--and a certain cutting of saffron velvet next his heart (forgetting to mention, however, that part of the time when he had worn it above his eye). "Ah! sire," said Rocelia, "can it be that it is thou----" and then she paused with lips all of a quiver, her fair head turned toward the glowing fire. "Why!" said Sir Richard, "and did you not know, dear Rocelia, that since that night I have been avowed champion of yours?" "Sire----" "Call me not sire, dear. Name me Richard," the young knight whispered, trying vainly to imprison her hand. "God wot, an you still wish to leave, I will bear me away this time the proper maiden!" "Then ... was it indeed thou," Rocelia whispered, half weeping, half laughing, "who bore away my cousin Isabel?" "Did you not know?" said Sir Richard. "I but knew that she had gone ... with some knight, I thought it was ... and that it had been her choice to go. She was ever unhappy after we came from London. Oh! sire ... much do I regret that thou hast been made the target of one of her mad pranks." "Let me but once hear Richard on your lips, Rocelia," pleaded the young knight. "I dare not," said she, with an affrighted glance toward her sleeping grandam. "I lay command upon you," said Sir Richard feigning to be stern. "Well, then ... Richard," said she in the softest of whispers. Silence for a space. "It seems," said the young knight then, smiling, "that I have been victim of every madcap prank and conspiracy in all Scotland. What quip was this of Isabel's?" "I should not have known, sire----" "Richard," the young knight corrected her gently. "Thou saidst but once ... Richard," she whispered, smiling. "I should not have known, I say, had it not been for the piece of cloth snipped out of my robe. I was sleeping when she sent it through the wall." "And the note--said she something of a note, Rocelia?" Sir Richard asked. "No, nothing, sire." "Then here it is," said he, diving into the leathern pouch hanging at his baldric and laying the scrap of paper before Rocelia upon the table top. The while she was reading it Sir Richard got him out the cutting of velvet.