Just then a strong gust of wind blew from the river and extinguished all the torches.
The river rushed and roared.
"You see, sir, that Phug is angry."
"Be silent. Did you see nothing? There to the left."
The moon just then glanced between the driving clouds. It shone upon the light-coloured garments of Rauthgundis. She had lost her brown mantle.
"Aim quickly; there!"
"We cannot; we must first finish our worship!"
The clouds passed across the moon, and it was again quite dark.
With a curse, Cethegus snatched bow and quiver from the shoulder of the chief of the Huns.
"Come on!" cried Wachis in a low voice, when he had almost reached the opposite shore; "come quickly, before the moon issues from that narrow strip of cloud!"