CHAPTER Twelve: The Lord of Death.
Masouda ran forward and prostrated herself at full length, but Godwin and Wulf stared at the heap, and the heap stared at them.
Then, at some motion of his chin, Masouda arose and said: "Strangers, you stand in the presence of the Master, Sinan, Lord of Death.

Kneel, and do homage to the Master." But the brethren stiffened their backs and would not kneel.

They lifted their hands to their brows in salute, but no more.
Then from between the black turban and the black cloak came a hollow voice, speaking in Arabic, and saying: "Are these the men who brought me the lion's skin?
Well, what seek ye, Franks ?" They stood silent.
"Dread lord," said Masouda, "these knights are but now come from England over sea, and do not understand our tongue." "Set out their story and their request," said Al-je-bal, "that we may judge of them." "Dread lord," answered Masouda, "as I sent you word, they say that they are the kin of a certain knight who in battle saved the life of him who ruled before you, but is now an inhabitant of Paradise." "I have heard that there was such a knight," said the voice.

"He was named D'Arcy, and he bore the same cognizance on his shield--the sign of a skull." "Lord, these brethren are also named D'Arcy, and now they come to ask your help against Salah-ed-din." At that name the heap stirred as a snake stirs when it hears danger, and the head erected itself a little beneath the great turban.
"What help, and why ?" asked the voice.
"Lord, Salah-ed-din has stolen a woman of their house who is his niece, and these knights, her brothers, ask you to aid them to recover her." The beady eyes instantly became interested.
"Report has been made to me of that story," said the voice; "but what sign do these Franks show?
He who went before me gave a ring, and with it certain rights in this land, to the knight D'Arcy who befriended him in danger.

Where is that sacred ring, with which he parted in his foolishness ?" Masouda translated, and seeing the warning in her eyes and remembering her words, the brethren shook their heads, while Wulf answered: "Our uncle, the knight Sir Andrew, was cut down by the soldiers of Salah-ed-din, and as he died bade us seek you out.