Also this sea itself had found a voice, for, although it was so calm, it moaned like a world in pain.

The great multitude began to murmur, and their faces, lifted upward toward the sky, grew ghastly white.

Fear, they knew not of what, had got hold of them.

A voice cried shrilly: "Let them fight and have done.

We would get home ere the tempest bursts." The first trumpet blew and the horses of the knights, which whinnied uneasily, were led to their stations.