I rose and stretched myself and yawned.
I think some ten minutes had passed when I heard a slight noise to my right.

I peered over the pipe, and saw a dark figure standing in the gateway that led to the bridge.

It was a man.

By the careless, graceful poise, I guessed it to be Rupert again.

He held a sword in his hand, and he stood motionless for a minute or two.