Within the next mile we counted six more hanging forms by the blaze of the lightning, and altogether it was a grisly excursion.

That murmur was a murmur no longer, it was a roar; a roar of men's voices.

A man came flying by now, dimly through the darkness, and other men chasing him.
They disappeared.

Presently another case of the kind occurred, and then another and another.

Then a sudden turn of the road brought us in sight of that fire--it was a large manor-house, and little or nothing was left of it--and everywhere men were flying and other men raging after them in pursuit.
I warned the king that this was not a safe place for strangers.
We would better get away from the light, until matters should improve.