Between Sir Wulf and me there is an ancient quarrel that can only be washed away in blood.

Let it be decided here and now, and let this be your decree--that if I fall in fair fight, none shall set upon my conqueror, and no vengeance shall be taken for my blood." "Good," said Saladin.

"Then Sir Wulf shall be my prisoner and no more, as his brother is already.

I owe it to the men who saved my life when we were friends.

Give the Frank to drink that the fight may be fair." So they gave Wulf a cup of which he drank, and when he had done it was handed to Godwin.