On, in the name of the Cross! The Cross is with us!" "Ay," answered Raymond, "for the last time." Then there arose a tumult through which every man shouted to his fellow, some saying one thing and some another, while the king sat at the head of the board, his face hidden in his hands.
Presently he lifted it, and said: "I command that we march at dawn.

If the count Raymond and these brethren think the words unwise, let them leave us and remain here under guard until the issue be known." Now followed a great silence, for all there knew that the words were fateful, in the midst of which Count Raymond said: "Nay, I go with you," while Godwin echoed, "And we go also to show whether or not we are the spies of Saladin." Of these speeches none of them seemed to take heed, for all were lost in their own thoughts.

One by one they rose, bowed to the king, and left the tent to give their commands and rest awhile, before it was time to ride.

Godwin and Wulf went also, and with them the bishop of Nazareth, who wrung his hands and seemed ill at ease.

But Wulf comforted him, saying: "Grieve no more, father; let us think of the joy of battle, not of the sorrow by which it may be followed." "I find no joy in battles," answered the holy Egbert.
When they had slept awhile, Godwin and Wulf rose and fed their horses.