Presently he seemed to speak with him; then Lozelle lifted the blade that lay beside him and gave it to him in token of surrender.

Wulf handled it awhile, shook it on high in triumph, and whirled it about his head till it shone in the moonlight.

Next, with a shout he cast it from him far into the gulf, where it was seen for a moment, an arc of gleaming light, and the next was gone.
Now, taking no more heed of the conquered knight, Wulf turned and began to walk towards his horse.
Scarcely was his back towards him when Lozelle was on his feet again, a dagger in his hand.
"Look behind you!" yelled Godwin; but the spectators, pleased that the fight was not yet done, broke into a roar of cheers.
Wulf heard and swung round.

As he faced Lozelle the dagger struck him on the breast, and well must it have been for him that his mail was good.

To use his sword he had neither space nor time, but ere the next stroke could fall Wulf's arms were about Lozelle, and the fight for life begun.
To and fro they reeled and staggered, whirling round and round, till none could tell which of them was Wulf or which his foe.