He lacked, as became one looking unarmed on certain death, the sneer and smile of the giant beside him.
What was the Vidame about to do?
I shuddered as I asked myself.

Not surrender him, not fling him bodily to the people?
No not that: I felt sure he would let no others share his vengeance that his pride would not suffer that.

And even while I wondered the doubt was solved.
I saw Bezers raise his hand in a peculiar fashion.

Simultaneously a cry rang sharply out above the tumult, and down in headlong charge towards the farther steps came the band of horsemen, who had got clear of the crowd on that side.

They were but ten or twelve, but under his eye they charged, as if they had been a thousand.