What is it to you, Sir Godwin, why a certain woman-spy of the Assassins, whom in your own land you would spit on, chooses to do this or that ?" She ceased and stood before him with heaving breast and flashing eyes, a mysterious white figure in the moonlight, most beautiful to see.
Godwin felt his heart stir and the blood flow to his brow, but before he could speak Wulf broke in, saying: "You bade us spare words, lady Masouda, so tell us what we must do." "This," she answered, becoming calm again.

"Tomorrow night about this hour you fight Lozelle upon the narrow way.

That is certain, for all the city talks of it, and, whatever chances, Al-je-bal will not deprive them of the spectacle of this fray to the death.
Well, you may fall, though that man at heart is a coward, which you are not, for here courage alone will avail nothing, but rather skill and horsemanship and trick of war.

If so, then Sir Godwin fights him, and of this business none can tell the end.
Should both of you go down, then I will do my best to save your lady and take her to Salah-ed-din, with whom she will be safe, or if I cannot save her I will find her a means to save herself by death." "You swear that ?" said Wulf.
"I have said it; it is enough," she answered impatiently.
"Then I face the bridge and the knave Lozelle with a light heart," said Wulf again, and Masouda went on.
"Now if you conquer, Sir Wulf, or if your fall and your brother conquers, both of you--or one of you, as it may happen--must gallop back at full speed toward the stable gate that lies more than a mile from the castle bridge.

Mounted as you are, no horse can keep pace with you, nor must you stop at the gate, but ride on, ride like the wind till you reach this place.