The startled soldiers paused in their assault.
"Forward!" cried Alba.

"Forward!" cried the two captains; but a flaming arrow just then fastened on the duke's plumed hat and hissed and crackled round his head, so that the general fell fainting down the height.

Then the German and Spanish infantry fled uncontrollably from the fearful ascent.

Again the storm had been repulsed.

The Mussulmans shouted, and like a fatal star Zelinda's beauty shone in the midst of the flying troops.
When Alba opened his eyes, Heimbert was standing over him, with his mantle, arm, and face scorched with the fire, which he had not only just extinguished on his general's head, but by throwing himself over him he had saved him from a second body of flame rolled down the height in the same direction.