Then one took his bridle to lead him across.

As he passed the brethren he grinned in their faces and said: "At least this is sure, you also look your last upon the moon.

I am avenged already.

The bait that hooked me is a meal for yonder pike, and he will kill you both before her eyes to whet his appetite." But the brethren answered nothing.
The black horse of Lozelle grew dim in the distance of the moonlit bridge, and vanished beneath the farther archway that led to the outer city.

Then a herald cried, Masouda translating his words, which another herald echoed from beyond the gulf.
"Thrice will the trumpets blow.