"Nay, nay betrayer of Christian maids to the power of the heathen dog; you have fought Godwin, now it is the turn of Wulf.

Kill Wulf and Godwin remains.
Kill Godwin and God remains.

Knave, you look your last upon the moon." Lozelle heard, and seemed to go mad with rage, or fear, or both.
"Lord Sinan," he shouted in Arabic, "this is murder.

Am I, who have done you so much service, to be butchered for your pleasure by the lovers of that woman, whom you would honour with the name of wife ?" Sinan heard, and stared at him with dull, angry eyes.
"Ay, you may stare," went on the maddened Lozelle, "but it is true--they are her lovers, not her brothers.

Would men take so much pains for a sister's sake, think you?
Would they swim into this net of yours for a sister's sake ?" Sinan held up his hand for silence.
"Let the lots be cast," he said, "for whatever these men are, this fight must go on, and it shall be fair." So a dai, standing by himself, cast lots upon the ground, and having read them, announced that Lozelle must run the first course from the further side of the bridge.