The knight immediately turned towards Sir Otto, and poised his spear in an attitude of wrath and defiance; but in the same instant both of them exclaimed, “Ha! art thou here again, horrible spectre?” and both turning ghastly pale, shrunk as if powerless from each other. “Shall the pagan caitiff escape us then?” cried the sea-monarch, rushing forward; but when he had gained the summit of the cliff, and beheld the features of the youth, who was now descending on the other side, and looked back upon him, he also became pale with affright, and in a trembling voice, cried to Sir Otto, “What hellish sorcery is this? Art thou then doubled? And which is the true knight, he who stands here, or he who now runs down the mountain?” “Arinbiorn,” answered the Knight of Trautwangen, “thou hast heard that cowardly fugitive blaspheme against God and our holy faith; and canst thou ask, if by any power of sorcery we could be made one and the same?” The sea-monarch took his hand, saying, kindly, “You have indeed reminded me of the best proof, and surest consolation. Still then, I have you and hold you as my tried and faithful friend, nor shall the powers of darkness ever again force such delusions upon me.” Meanwhile they heard the mild female voice once more from the tower: “Alas, Ottur!” it exclaimed, “wild, reckless Ottur! rush not so madly down the steep rocky cliffs!” CHAPTER XVII. How the two Knights were entertained by the Lady Minnatrost.