This ship put in at Marseilles, and there I was hired to nurse one who lay sick, which suited me very well, as I wished to go to Jerusalem to seek my husband, and good money was offered me.

Still, had I known that they were all Saracens on this ship, I am not sure that I should have come--that is, except the captain, Sir Hugh, and the palmer Nicholas; though what they, or you either, are doing in such company I cannot guess." "What is your name ?" asked Rosamund idly.
"Marie--Marie Bouchet.

My husband is a fishmonger, or was, until one of those crusading priests got hold of him and took him off to kill Paynims and save his soul, much against my will.

Well, I promised him that if he did not return in five years I would come to look for him.

So here I am, but where he may be is another matter." "It is brave of you to go," said Rosamund, then added by an afterthought, "How long is it since we left Marseilles ?" Marie counted on her fat fingers, and answered: "Five--nearly six weeks.