Yesterday morning we started for Masyaf, the prince Hassan riding in a litter together with that Frankish spy who was here a while ago, and told you of the coming of the ship.

At night they slept in the same tent; I left the prince bound and set a guard, but in the morning when we looked we found him gone--how, I know not--and lying in the tent the Frankish spy, dead, with a knife-wound through his heart.

Behold!" and withdrawing the cloth from the stretcher he revealed the stiff form of the spy Nicholas, who lay there dead, a look of terror frozen on his face.
"At least this one has come to an end he deserved," muttered Wulf to Godwin.
"So, having searched without avail, I came on here with the lady your prisoner and the Frank Lozelle.

I have spoken." Now when he had heard this report, forgetting his calm, Sinan arose from the cushion and stepped forward two paces.

There he halted, with fury in his glittering eyes, looking like a man clothed in a black bell.