Bernard Cornwell

Iseult. Finding her there was like discovering a jewel of gold in a midden. I saw her and I forgot Mildrith. Dark Iseult, black-haired Iseult, huge-eyed Iseult. She was small, thin as an elf, with a luminous face and hair as black as raven’s feathers. She wore a black cloak and had silver bands about her neck and silver bracelets at her wrists and had silver rings at her ankles and the jewellery clinked gently as she walked towards us.

Bernard Cornwell
The Pale Horseman (2006)