Yet at his heart he felt terribly afraid.
Wulf, who saw something of all this and guessed more, also was afraid.

He wondered what Rosamund would have thought of it, if she had seen that strange and turbulent look in the eyes of this woman who had been a lady and was an inn-keeper; of one whom men called Spy, and daughter of Satan, and child of Al-je-bal.

To his fancy that look was like a flash of lightning upon a dark night, which for a second illumines some magical, unguessed landscape, after which comes the night again, blacker than before.
Now the widow Masouda was saying in her usual somewhat hard voice: "No; I did not pay him.

At the last he would take no money; but, having passed it, neither would he break his word to knights who ride so well and boldly.

So I made a bargain with him on behalf of both of you, which I expect that you will keep, since my good faith is pledged, and this Arab is a chief and my kinsman.