It was a lonely place--at least, she could see no town or house, although they were lying not fifty yards from the tree-hidden shore.

As she stood thus, she heard the sound of boats being rowed through the mist, and perceived three or four of these approaching the ship in silence, perceived also that Lozelle, who stood alone upon the deck, was watching their approach.

Now the first boat made fast and a man in the prow rose up and began to speak to Lozelle in a low voice.

As he did so the hood fell back from his head, and Rosamund saw the face.

It was that of the spy Nicholas! For a moment she stood amazed, for they had left this man in Cyprus; then understanding came to her and she cried aloud: "Treachery! Prince Hassan, there is treachery." As the words left her lips fierce, wild-looking men began to scramble aboard at the low waist of the galley, to which boat after boat made fast.