Then Sinan rose also, and cried with a loud voice: "Servants of Al-je-bal, pledge, I command you, this Flower of flowers, the high-born Princess of Baalbec, the niece of the Sultan, Salah-ed-din, whom men call the Great," and he sneered, "though he be not so great as I, this Queen of maids who soon--" Then, checking himself, he drank off his wine, and with a low bow presented the empty, jewelled cup to Rosamund.

All the company drank also, and shouted till the hall rang, for her loveliness as she stood thus in the fierce light of the torches, aflame as these men were with the vision-breeding wine of Al-je-bal, moved them to madness.
"Queen! Queen!" they shouted.

"Queen of our Master and of us all!" Sinan heard and smiled.

Then, motioning for silence, he took the hand of Rosamund, kissed it, and turning, passed from the hall preceded by his singing women and surrounded by the dais and guards.
Godwin and Wulf stepped forward to speak with Rosamund, but Masouda interposed herself between them, saying in a cold, clear voice: "It is not permitted.

Go, knights, and cool your brows in yonder garden, where sweet water runs.