Ten years had they travelled, first to the Isle of Mists to change the words in the Book of Chivalry, then lost to the Isle of Men, before resting some years in the Isle of Women and finally learning many things on the Isle of Others where they were granted the aid they needed to steer their shipe towards more familiar shores.
Now wrecked and desolate, Vivainne had lost all her arms and armour in the breaking of their shipe and even her clothes were torn and broken, she found a blanket, old and worn, to put about her shoulder. The only salvage to be found on the shore was the great chest which had been gifted to Vivainne and the Blue Knight by the People of the Isle of Others. Lifting strong the box, they pulled and dragged it up in the rocks to a cave much hid into the cliffs, far beyond the sea’s foaming reach. Vivainne covered the chest with some brush which came there and it was not seen.
Now Vivainne and The Knight talked and Vivainne told that she must find her way soon to the arms of her beloved Constance at their home in the Castle Desegur. The Blue Knight had become so gentle that he was quiet in himself and spoke of his desire to travel all the lands of the world to tell of his wisdom concerning the renunciation of conflict and the new words of the Book of Chivalry. His quest is told in a separate saga also known by The Quest of the Quiet Knight. This is told in another place. When they had spoke they embraced with words of admiration and the Blue Knight departed.
Now looking for all the world like a pauper, Vivainne made her way towards the castle that was her home and her reunion with her beloved Constance. As she walked an old man sat near and she asked him. How fares the Castle Segur and its Lady Constance? And the man told her that the castle was full of strangers who petitioned Constance to make them unto Knights Exemplar but that she would not go on with this until Vivainne was come unto home once more. The man said that many amongst the people prepared to say that Vivainne was dead and could not return at all after these many passing years, but Constance would not listen.
Vivainne was disturbed and hastened into the forecourt of the castle where the petitioners were camped. The petitioners, sitting, feasting and drinking from the hospitality of the castle, looked to Vivainne in her rags with her face all scratched from the rocks and laughed at her saying that if she came to petition the Lady Constance then she was a fool and pushed her away. Vivainne was sore tempted to set about the rabble then and there but she held her temper and passed through them into the high keep where Constance was in her apartments.
There she found Constance consumed with sorrow, half her mind was in the belief that Vivainne was alive and would return and yet the other half heard the taunts of the petitioners who laughed in the face of her hopes. When she saw Vivainne in the portal, as thin as a post, wearing some rags and all covered with scratches, she ran to her arms with cries and many kisses and embraces.
The Guardians of the Cave 