Back he came again, and with him Wulf, for that sight drew them.

Down he bent before her till his knee touched the ground, and, taking her hand, he kissed it, and said in his gentle voice: "Henceforth through life, through death, we serve two ladies," and what he did Wulf did also.
"Mayhap," she answered sadly; "two ladies--but one love." Then they went, and, creeping through the bushes to the path, wandered about awhile among the revellers and came to the guest-house safely.
Once more it was night, and high above the mountain fortress of Masyaf shone the full summer moon, lighting crag and tower as with some vast silver lamp.

Forth from the guest-house gate rode the brethren, side by side upon their splendid steeds, and the moon-rays sparkled on their coats of mail, their polished bucklers, blazoned with the cognizance of a grinning skull, their close-fitting helms, and the points of the long, tough lances that had been given them.

Round them rode their escort, while in front and behind went a mob of people.
The nation of the Assassins had thrown off its gloom this night, for the while it was no longer oppressed even by the fear of attack from Saladin, its mighty foe.

To death it was accustomed; death was its watchword; death in many dreadful forms its daily bread.