For even the Mameluks knew and loved these brethren who had been their officers, and praised the fierce charge that they had dared to make alone.
Hassan sprang to the ground, saying: "Your horse is dead, Sir Wulf, so we must fight afoot." "Generous as ever," laughed Wulf.

"Even the poisoned wine was a gift!" "If so, for the last time, I fear me," answered Hassan with a smile.
Then they faced each other, and oh! the scene was strange.

Up on the slopes of Hattin the fight still raged.

There amidst the smoke and fires of the burning grass little companies of soldiers stood back to back while the Saracens wheeled round them, thrusting and cutting at them till they fell.

Here and there knights charged singly or in groups, and so came to death or capture.