In the fortress of Masyaf, indeed, where they were also guarded, it had been otherwise.

Wulf heard the step of the sentries on the cemented pavement without, and shook his great shoulders as though he shivered.
"That sound makes my backbone cold," he said.

"For a moment, as my eyes opened, I thought that we were back again in the guest chambers of Al-je-bal, where folk crept round us as we slept and murderers marched to and fro outside the curtains, fingering their knife-points.

Well, whatever there is to come, thank the Saints, that is done with.

I tell you, brother, I have had enough of mountains, and narrow bridges, and Assassins.