Some of these pictures had to do with love, some with religious ceremonies, and some with war.
One, too, with its sale, perhaps in a time of siege or scarcity, for a small loaf of black-looking bread, by an aged woman who wept at parting with it.
After this he saw an Arab-looking man finding the stone amongst the crumbling remains of a brick wall that showed signs of having been burnt, which wall he was knocking down with a pick-axe to allow water to flow down an irrigation channel on his garden.

Presently a person who wore a turban and was girt about with a large scimitar, rode by, and to him the man showed, and finally presented the stone, which the Saracen placed in the folds of his turban.
The next scene was of this man engaged in battle with a knight clad in mail.

The battle was a very fine one, which Godfrey described with much gusto.

It ended in the knight killing the Eastern man and hacking off his head with a sword.

This violent proceeding disarranged the turban out of which fell the black stone.