New lances--that is all." So they gave him a fresh lance, and, presently, at the blast of the trumpets again the horses were seen speeding together over the narrow way.

They met, and lo! Lozelle, torn from his saddle, but still clinging to the reins, was flung backwards, far backwards, to fall on the stonework of the bridge.

Down, too, beneath the mighty shock went his black horse, a huddled heap, and lay there struggling.
"Wulf will fall over him!" cried Rosamund.

But Smoke did not fall; the stallion gathered itself together--the moonlight shone so clear that every watcher saw it--and since stop it could not, leapt straight over the fallen black horse--ay, and over the rider beyond--and sped on in its stride.

Then the black found its feet again and galloped forward to the further gate, and Lozelle also found his feet and turned to run.
"Stand! Stand, coward!" yelled ten thousand voices, and, hearing them, he drew his sword and stood.
Within three great strides Wulf dragged his charger to its haunches, then wheeled it round.
"Charge him!" shouted the multitude; but Wulf remained seated, as though unwilling to attack a horseless man.