So saying, he stopped his horse and let the reins fall on its neck: then, slowly beating time with one hand, and with a faint smile lighting up his gentle foolish face, as if he enjoyed the music of his song, he began.
Of all the strange things that Alice saw in her journey Through The Looking-Glass, this was the one that she always remembered most clearly. Years afterwards she could bring the whole scene back again, as if it had been only yesterdaythe mild blue eyes and kindly smile of the Knightthe setting sun gleaming through his hair, and shining on his armour in a blaze of light that quite dazzled herthe horse quietly moving about, with the reins hanging loose on his neck, cropping the grass at her feetand the black shadows of the forest behindall this she took in like a picture, as, with one hand shading her eyes, she leant against a tree, watching the strange pair, and listening, in a half dream, to the melancholy music of the song.
