He had dreamed, that was all.

So he took cedar boughs and threw them on to the fire, where soon they flared gloriously, which done he sat himself down again close to Wulf, who was lost in heavy slumber.
The night was very still and the silence so deep that it pressed upon him like a weight.

He could bear it no longer, and rising, began to walk up and down in front of the cave, drawing his sword and holding it in his hand as sentries do.

Masouda lay upon the ground, with her head pillowed on a saddle-bag, and the moonlight fell through the cedar boughs upon her face.

Godwin stopped to look at it, and wondered that he had never noted before how beautiful she was.