"I doubt not the sound is in our fancy." "See! The star! It grows!" said David, eagerly.

"'Tis like a mighty lantern hung in the dome of the sky." Then said Vergilius, a pagan fancy filling his mind: "It may be God is walking upon the earth." A moment they rode on, looking up at the heavens.

Suddenly Vergilius bade them halt again, saying: "Hist! What is that cry ?" Now they could hear a faint halloo far behind them.
Then the bearer of the colors remarked: "It might be the squad of Manius." "God curse him!" said Vergilius, quickly, his heart filling with passion dark as the night around.

He heard no more the great song, but only the smite of steel in deadly combat.

He seemed to see his enemy fall bleeding at his feet.