Hassan listened a while, then suddenly issued an order that the lords should be seized.
"Now," he said to Lozelle, "bid your sailors haul up the anchor, and let us begone for Syria." "But," answered the knight, "we have neither food nor water for more than one day." "I care not," answered Hassan, "as well die of thirst and starvation on the sea as rot here with fever.

What we can bear these Cyprian gallants can bear also.

Bid the sailors lift the anchor and hoist the sail, or I loose my scimitars among them." Now Lozelle stamped and foamed, but without avail, so he turned to the three lords, who were pale with fear, and said: "Which will you do: find food and water for this ship, or put to sea without them, which is but to die ?" They answered that they would go ashore and supply all that was needful.
"Nay," said Hassan, "you bide here until it comes." In the end, then, this happened, for one of the lords chanced to be a nephew of the Emperor, who, when he learned that he was captive, sent supplies in plenty.

Thus it came about that the Cyprian lords having been sent back with the last empty boat, within two days they were at sea again.
Now Rosamund missed the hated face of the spy, Nicholas, and told Hassan, who made inquiry, to find--or so said Lozelle--that he went ashore and vanished there on the first day of their landing in Cyprus, though whether he had been killed in some brawl, or fallen sick, or hidden himself away, he did not know.

Hassan shrugged his shoulders, and Rosamund was glad enough to be rid of him, but in her heart she wondered for what evil purpose Nicholas had left the ship.
When the galley was one day out from Cyprus steering for the coast of Syria, they fell into a calm such as is common in those seas in summer.