'Look!' said Una, as though Dan were not staring his very eyes out.
'It's like the picture in your room--"Sir Isumbras at the Ford".'

The rider turned towards them, and his thin, long face was just as sweet
and gentle as that of the knight who carries the children in that
picture.

'They should be here now, Sir Richard,' said Puck's deep voice among the
willow-herb.

'They are here,' the knight said, and he smiled at Dan with the string
of trouts in his hand. 'There seems no great change in boys since mine
fished this water.'

'If your horse has drunk, we shall be more at ease in the Ring,' said
Puck; and he nodded to the children as though he had never magicked away
their memories a week before.

The great horse turned and hoisted himself into the pasture with a kick
and a scramble that tore the clods down rattling.

'Your pardon!' said Sir Richard to Dan. 'When these lands were mine, I
never loved that mounted men should cross the brook except by the paved
ford. But my Swallow here was thirsty, and I wished to meet you.'

'We're very glad you've come, sir,' said Dan. 'It doesn't matter in the
least about the banks.'

He trotted across the pasture on the sword side of the mighty horse, and
it was a mighty iron-handled sword that swung from Sir Richard's belt.