Lady Clare was in her garden overlooking the sea. It was a summer’s day,
and the many coloured butterflies flitted about under the trees and
among the sweet smelling flowers.
Lady Clare was combing her golden tresses with an ivory comb, seated on
a crimson velvet cushion. She looked towards the sea, and she saw a
gallant fleet making for the land.
He who was in command stepped on shore. He was a belted knight, but his
features could not be seen as his vizor was down.