"For yours that you still live whom I thought would die, and for myself that had you died your life would have been required at my hands by Salah-ed-din, my master." "If so, he should have blamed Azrael, not you," answered Rosamund, smiling; then suddenly turned cold, for before her was Sir Hugh Lozelle, who also thanked Heaven that she had recovered.
She listened to him coldly, and presently he went away, but soon was at her side again.

Indeed, she could never be free of him, for whenever she appeared on deck he was there, nor could he be repelled, since neither silence nor rebuff would stir him.

Always he sat near, talking in his false, hateful voice, and devouring her with the greedy eyes which she could feel fixed upon her face.

With him often was his jackal, the false palmer Nicholas, who crawled about her like a snake and strove to flatter her, but to this man she would never speak a word.
At last she could bear it no longer, and when her health had returned to her, summoned Hassan to her cabin.
"Tell me, prince," she said, "who rules upon this vessel ?" "Three people," he answered, bowing.

"The knight, Sir Hugh Lozelle, who, as a skilled navigator, is the captain and rules the sailors; I, who rule the fighting men; and you, Princess, who rule us all." "Then I command that the rogue named Nicholas shall not be allowed to approach me.