His horse Flame sank down dying, but he sprang from the saddle, swinging the long sword.

Now Saladin recognized the crest upon his buckler, and cried out: "Yield you, Sir Godwin! You have done well--yield you!" But Godwin, who would not yield, answered: "When I am dead--not before." Thereupon Saladin spoke a word, and while certain of his Mameluks engaged Godwin in front, keeping out of reach of that red and terrible sword, others crept up behind, and springing on him, seized his arms and dragged him to the ground, where they bound him fast.
Meanwhile Wulf had fared otherwise, for it was his horse Smoke, already stabbed to the vitals, that fell as he plunged on prince Hassan.

Yet he also arose but little hurt, and cried out: "Thus, Hassan, old foe and friend, we meet at last in war.

Come, I would pay the debt I owe you for that drugged wine, man to man and sword to sword." "Indeed, it is due, Sir Wulf," answered the prince, laughing.
"Guards, touch not this brave knight who has dared so much to reach me.

Sultan, I ask a boon.