?She spent many afternoons sprawled on the grass next to the bush, telling him stories of his gallantry and goodness. She named him Sir Percival, assuring him he was a brave Black Knight, an indomitable defender of the innocent who did good deeds without seeking acclaim.He flourished, growing tall and bringing forth rich purple blooms each summer. The butterflies flocked to him.He waited patiently for the time when he would reward Susannah’s faith in him." She and he, he and she are one.