Then low to the earth he bent his knee, while the grave Saracens watched, and taking the hem of her garment, he kissed it.
"Allah be praised indeed!" he said.

"I, His unworthy servant, thank Him from my heart, who never thought to see you living more.

Soldiers, salute.

Before you stands the lady Rose of the World, princess of Baalbec and niece of your lord, Salah-ed-din, Commander of the Faithful." Then in stately salutation to this dishevelled, outworn, but still queenly woman, uprose hand, and spear, and scimitar, while Wulf cried from where he lay: "Why, it is our merchant of the drugged wine--none other! Oh! Sir Saracen, does not the memory of that chapman's trick shame you now ?" The emir Hassan heard and grew red, muttering in his beard: "Like you, Sir Wulf, I am the slave of Fate, and must obey.

Be not bitter against me till you know all." "I am not bitter," answered Wulf, "but I always pay for my drink, and we will settle that score yet, as I have sworn." "Hush!" broke in Rosamund.