I fear them not and out there my foot will not slip in the snow." "Then I say that it shall slip in the sand or on a rock," she answered, and turning, fled to the cabin and cast herself down and wept till she thought that her heart would break.
Well might Rosamund weep whose beloved sire was slain, who was torn from her home to find herself in the power of a man she hated.

Yet there was hope for her.

Hassan, Eastern trickster as he might be, was her friend; and her uncle, Saladin, at least, would never wish that she should be shamed.

Most like he knew nothing of this man Lozelle, except as one of those Christian traitors who were ever ready to betray the Cross for gold.

But Saladin was far away and her home lay behind her, and her cousins and lovers were eating out their hearts upon that fading shore.
And she--one woman alone--was on this ship with the evil man Lozelle, who thus had kept his promise, and there were none save Easterns to protect her, none save them--and God, Who had permitted that such things should be.
The ship swayed, she grew sick and faint.