Up on the parapet leaped a man clad all in gleaming red armor.

From head to feet the close linked scales covered him.

Within a hood shaped somewhat like the tight-fitting head coverings of the Crusaders a pallid, cruel face looked out upon us; in the fierce black eyes was no trace of fear.
Evil as Norhala had said these people of Ruszark were, wicked and cruel--they were no cowards, no! The red armored man threw up a hand.
"Who are you ?" he shouted.

"Who are you three, you three who come driving down upon Ruszark through the rocks?
We have no quarrel with you ?" "I seek a man and a maid," cried Norhala.

"A maid and a sick man your thieves took from me.