Fear remained also--for what of Masouda?
How should he deal with her?
He was certain that this was no fancy which would pass--until her life passed with it, and, beautiful as she was, and noble as she was, he did not wish her love.

He could find no answer to these questions, save this--that things must go on as they were decreed.

For himself, he, Godwin, would strive to do his duty, to keep his hands clean, and await the end, whatever that might be.
Wulf woke up, stretched his arms, exclaimed because that action hurt him, grumbled at the brightness of the light upon his eyes, and said that he was very hungry.

Then he arose, and with the help of Godwin, dressed himself, but not in his armour.

Here, with the yellow-coated soldiers of Saladin, grave-faced and watchful, pacing before their door--for night and day they were trebly guarded lest Assassins should creep in--there was no need for mail.