"The race will be close." So they began to gallop their best.
Two miles were done, but although that behind was far off, the great cloud of dust to their right grew ever nearer till it seemed as though it must reach the mouth of the mountain pass before them.

Then Godwin spoke: "Wulf and Rosamund ride on.

Your horses are swift and can outpace them.

At the crest of the mountain pass wait a while to breathe the beasts, and see if we come.

If not, ride on again, and God be with you." "Ay," said Masouda, "ride and head for the Emesa bridge--it can be seen from far--and there yield yourselves to the officers of Salah-ed-din." They hung back, but in a stern voice Godwin repeated: "Ride, I command you both." "For Rosamund's sake, so be it," answered Wulf.
Then he called to Smoke and Flame, and they stretched themselves out upon the sand and passed thence swifter than swallows.