Death-wing and his Skeleton Crew hastened from the spot like shadows.
Before Sir Richard and his friends could recover from their astonishment the spectre of the armed knight in dazzling armour had vanished.
They were now alone.
With wondering eyes they looked at one another in mute astonishment.
“Is this all a dream?” gasped Sir Richard, breathing with great difficulty.
No one replied.
At that instant, however, all could hear the heavy tread of a mailed warrior as he clanked across the stone floor.
They looked about in surprise, for now all was darkness.
Their torches had been lost and extinguished in the heat and fury of battle.
Again they heard the heavy clanking footsteps, and the jingle of spurs cross the stone floor, but could see nothing.