For an hour they rode forward, speaking few words to each other, till at length they came to the cross-roads, one of which ran to Malaga, and the other towards Seville.
Here the escort halted, saying that their orders were to leave them at this point, and asking which road they intended to take.

Castell answered that to Malaga, whereon the captain replied that they were wise, as they were less likely to meet bands of marauding thieves who called themselves Christian soldiers, and murdered or robbed all travellers who fell into their hands.

Then Castell offered him a present, which he accepted gravely, as though he did him a great favour, and, after bows and salutations, they departed.
As soon as the Moors were gone the three rode a little way towards Malaga.

Then, when there was nobody in sight, they turned across country and gained the Seville road.

At last they were alone and, halting beneath the walls of a house that had been burnt in some Christian raid, they spoke together freely for the first time, and oh! what a moment was that for all of them! Peter pushed his horse alongside that of Margaret, crying: "Speak, beloved.