Maid Maude
To Sir Wolstan, she replies, still flustered at all this knightly attention,
"I'm no lady, sir knight, only a merchant's daughter. Father paid handsomely to have me placed in the Earl's castle. A rich life, and I had hoped to meet a soldier's eye, and," she splutters off, half looking, not looking at the man-at-arms Fenwick, who's head is turned away. Still his back stiffens when he hears her words.
She shakes her head.
"You're too kind, sir. I will do whatever you say, of course."
When Wilfred asks about the old man, she says only,
"I did not know him, but he seemed a wise sort. He was spritely enough, with a white beard as long as his belly." She thinks on it.
"Bushy eyebrows, but his eyes were piercing, and blue like the winter sky. It seemed like stars fell behind them."
There is only one man who matches that description. The High King's advisor, Merlin.