Then came Reginald of Chatillon, Saladin's enemy, the cause of all this woe, who saw them and cried: "Sir Knights, whatever they may say, I know you for brave men, for I have heard the tale of your doings among the Assassins.
There is room for you among my suite--follow me." "As well him as another," said Godwin.

"Let us go where we are led." So they followed him.
By the time that the army reached Kenna, where once the water was made wine, the July sun was already hot, and the spring was so soon drunk dry that many men could get no water.

On they pushed into the desert lands below, which lay between them and Tiberias, and were bordered on the right and left by hills.

Now clouds of dust were seen moving across the plains, and in the heart of them bodies of Saracen horsemen, which continually attacked the vanguard under Count Raymond, and as continually retreated before they could be crushed, slaying many with their spears and arrows.
Also these came round behind them, and charged the rearguard, where marched the Templars and the light-armed troops named Turcopoles, and the band of Reginald de Chatillon, with which rode the brethren.
From noon till near sundown the long harassed line, broken now into fragments, struggled forward across the rough, stony plain, the burning heat beating upon their armour till the air danced about it as it does before a fire.

Towards evening men and horses became exhausted, and the soldiers cried to their captains to lead them to water.