Villena recognised him, set his teeth hard, and putting spurs to his charger, met the rush.

Muza swerved aside, just as the heavy falchion swung over his head, and by a back stroke of his own cimiter, shore through the cuirass just above the hip-joint, and the blood followed the blade.

The brave cavaliers saw the danger of their chief; three of their number darted forward, and came in time to separate the combatants.
Muza stayed not to encounter the new reinforcement; but speeding across the plain, was soon seen rallying his own scattered cavalry, and pouring them down, in one general body, upon the scanty remnant of the Spaniards.
"Our day is come!" said the good knight Villena, with bitter resignation.

"Nothing is left for us, my friends, but to give up our lives--an example how Spanish warriors should live and die.

May God and the Holy Mother forgive our sins and shorten our purgatory!" Just as he spoke, a clarion was heard at a distance and the sharpened senses of the knights caught the ring of advancing hoofs.
"We are saved!" cried Estevon de Suzon, rising on his stirrups.