"And where do we ride?" asked the elder son.
"Over this black river," said the King, and smiled to himself.
"My father knows what he is doing," said the younger son.
And they rode all that day, and about the time of the sunsetting came to the side of a lake, where was a great dun.
"It is here we ride," said the King; "to a King's house, and a priest's, and a house where you will learn much."
At the gates of the dun, the King who was a priest met them, and he was a grave man, and beside him stood his daughter, and she was as fair as the morn, and one that smiled and looked down.
"These are my two sons," said the first King.
"And here is my daughter," said the King who was a priest.
"She is a wonderful fine maid," said the first King, "and I like her manner of smiling."
"They are wonderful well-grown lads," said the second, "and I like their gravity."
