But at this moment something like an owl passed whizzing over the dark squadron, and they all started up with clattering arms and hideous outcries.

A wild unequal combat arose in the darkness of night, for that beaming light had disappeared.
Freda and Edwald were driven asunder, and only at a distance heard each other's mighty war-cry.

Hildegardis, startled from her magic sleep, uncertain whether she were waking or dreaming, fled bewildered and weeping bitterly into the deep shades of the alder-thicket..