"She can be trusted to use it if need be, and after that we can be trusted to do our worst.

At least, I think that we should die in a fashion that would be remembered in this mountain." As they spoke they had loitered towards the edge of the glade, and halting there stood silent, till presently from under the shadow of a cedar tree appeared a solitary, white robed woman.
"Let us be going," said Wulf; "here is another of them with her accursed cup." But before they could turn the woman glided up to them and suddenly unveiled.

It was Masouda.
"Follow me, brothers Peter and John," she said in a laughing whisper.

"I have words to say to you.

What! you will not drink?
Well, it is wisest." And emptying the cup upon the ground she flitted ahead of them.
Silently as a wraith she went, now appearing in the open spaces, now vanishing, beneath the dense gloom of cedar boughs, till she reached a naked, lonely rock which stood almost upon the edge of the gulf.