The morning-star was gleaming brightly in the blue sky, when they perceived the numerous fires of the camp, now situated in a wide plain at the base of the frontier-mountains. At the sound of the sea-monarch’s signal-horn, the Norman horsemen, who were stationed at the outskirts, were immediately roused, and hastened forward to return the well-known salutation. Leaping, as if with one accord, into the saddle, they clapped spurs to their horses, and came to meet their brave leader; but, above all, the light-brown charger was not to be held neither by knight nor groom; he came into the van, curvetting and caprioling, till he had reached his master, and laid his head caressingly on his shoulder, neighing aloud as the horsemen and other soldiers gradually assembled round them. CHAPTER XVI. How Sir Otto and Sir Arinbiorn again returned to the mountains. It was a clear and fresh autumnal morning, when the whole army were drawn up on the plain, with their armour and weapons brightly burnished. The captains rode up and down the ranks, dealing out their applause and thanks for the deeds of the preceding day; the war-horns also were sounded in triumph for the victory. There was one, however, among the chiefs there assembled, whose heart seemed yet impenetrable to the joy that prevailed; and this was Sir Otto von Trautwangen. Still, though it was now bright morning, and all were active and cheerful around him, he could not help recollecting the horrible double-goer whom he had beheld on the preceding night; and though such phantasms might have been overcome by the light of day, and the pleasant society of his comrades, yet he involuntarily persisted in recalling to his own mind those impressions which he ought to have banished. These were to him like a basilisk, or some other frightful sight, which one abhors, yet cannot forbear to look upon. Even with the mind’s eye, courteous reader, you must now and then have contemplated spectral objects such as that which we have here described. But in such cases we beseech you to imitate the example of the Knight of Trautwangen. He could not avoid always thinking on his abominable double; but at last he encountered him as a valiant knight ought ever to do. He looked him in the face with the frown of defiance, till at last it seemed as if the vile spectre had vanished, and Sir Otto became as cheerful and free-hearted as he had been heretofore.