Only Rosamund sat still, gripping the cushions with her hands.

Hollow rang the hoofs of the horses upon the stonework, swifter and swifter they flew, lower and lower bent the knights upon their saddles.

Now they were near, and now they met.

The spears seemed to shiver, the horses to hustle together on the narrow way and overhang its edge, then on came the black horse towards the inner city, and on sped Smoke towards the further gulf.
"They have passed! They have passed!" roared the multitude.
Look! Lozelle approached, reeling in his saddle, as well he might, for the helm was torn from his head and blood ran from his skull where the lance had grazed it.
"Too high, Wulf; too high," said Godwin sadly.

"But oh! if those laces had but held!" Soldiers caught the horse and turned it.
"Another helm!" cried Lozelle.
"Nay," answered Sinan; "yonder knight has lost his shield.