Many of the horsemen carried marks upon them which showed that all had not been plunder and pleasuring upon their foray.

For there were white napkins, and napkins that had once been white, tied across many brows.

Helmets swung clanking like iron pipkins from saddle-bows, and men rode wearily with their arms in slings, drooping haggard faces upon their chests.

But all passed rapidly enough up the steep street, and tumbled with noise and shouting, helter-skelter into the great court-yard beneath me as I watched, secure as God in heaven, from my perch on the Red Tower.
Then came the captives, some riding horses bare-backed, or held in place before black-bearded riders--women mostly these last, with faces white-set and strange of eye, or all beblubbered with weeping.

Then came a man or two also on horseback, old and reverend.