Harold Lamb,
The Making of the Morning Star…
(1924)
“ When torches appeared ahead of him, he found that he could not begin to see the top of the cañon walls. At places great boulders encroached on the narrow pass, leaving no more than a bridle way. The muffled voices and the uproar of the camels ahead sent the echoes leaping from side to side, to diminish to whispers drowned by the gusts of wind. “Master Robert,” quoth Will, “did the minstrel say that we would fall in with a company of dead lords, and ride with King Cæsar and roguish Alexander—ha, St. Dunstan aid us!” ”
