At the third blast of the trumpets the knights shall charge and meet in the centre of the bridge.

Thenceforward they may fight as it pleases them, ahorse, or afoot, with lance, with sword, or with dagger, but to the vanquished no mercy will be shown.

If he be brought living from the bridge, living he shall be cast into the gulf.

Hear the decree of the Al-je-bal!" Then Wulf's horse was led forward to the entrance of the bridge, and from the further side was led forward the horse of Lozelle.
"Good luck, brother," said Godwin, as he passed him.

"Would that I rode this course instead of you." "Your turn may come, brother," answered the grim Wulf, as he set his lance in rest.
Now from some neighbouring tower pealed out the first long blast of trumpets, and dead silence fell on all the multitude.