As they approached it they saw Lozelle departing on his great black stallion, which was in a lather of foam.

It seemed that he also had made trial of that perilous path, for the people, of whom there were many gathered there, clapped their hands and shouted, "Well ridden, Frank! well ridden!" Now, Godwin leading on Flame, they faced the bridge and walked their horses over it.

Nor did these hang back, although they snorted a little at the black gulf on either side.

Next they returned at a trot, then over again, and yet again at a canter and a gallop, sometimes together and sometimes singly.

Lastly, Wulf made Godwin halt in the middle of the bridge and galloped down upon him at speed, till within a lance's length.