Then sheathing them again, they rode forward in silence, and soon were lost to sight.
Little did Rosamund guess how different they would appear when they three met again.

Indeed, she scarcely dared to hope that they would ever meet, for she knew well that even if the war went in favour of the Christians she would be hurried away to some place where they would never find her.

She knew well also that from Damascus her rescue was impossible, and that although Saladin loved them, as he loved all who were honest and brave, he would receive them no more as friends, for fear lest they should rob him of her, whom he hoped in some way unforeseen would enable him to end his days in peace.

Moreover, the struggle between Cross and Crescent would be fierce and to the death, and she was sure that where was the closest fighting there in the midst of it would be found Godwin and Wulf.

Well might it chance, therefore, that her eyes had looked their last upon them.
Oh! she was great.