"Like thirty devils!"
"I am sure of it! and then what?"
"Then, then—the portcullis fell and I ran to shut the gates."
"Hell fire! perhaps it fell on—Here, take this torch, and come!"
"No, no! I saw the men that were crushed. He wasn't one of them."
"You didn't see clearly, you were frightened!"
"I, frightened! Upon my word!"
"No matter, come, I tell you!"
And Adamas ran and opened the gates and looked in fear and trembling at the bodies flattened under the iron teeth. They were so crushed and mutilated, that the ghastly spectacle caused the torch to fall from the page's hands.
Adamas rose with an oath; but, by the light of the smoking torch, sputtering and dying in the blood, he saw Aristandre standing beside him.