Yes, now it was Lozelle who rocked and reeled.

Ay, by St.Chad! Lozelle who went down beneath that mighty blow which missed the head but fell upon his shoulder, and lay there like a log, till presently the moonlight shone upon his mailed hand stretched upward in a prayer for mercy.

From house-top and terrace wall, from soaring gates and battlements, the multitude of the people of the Assassins gathered on either side the gulf broke into a roar that beat up the mountain sides like a voice of thunder.

And the roar shaped itself to these words: "Kill him! kill him! kill him!" Sinan held up his hand, and a sudden silence fell.

Then he, too, screamed in his thin voice: "Kill him! He is conquered!" But the great Wulf only leaned upon the cross-handle of his brand, and looked at the fallen foe.