." Look! near to the pavilion of Saladin stood another tent, closely guarded, and in it on a cushioned bed lay two women.

One was Rosamund, but she slept sound; and the other was Masouda, and she was waking, for her eyes met his in the darkness.
The last veil was withdrawn, and now Godwin saw a sight at which his soul shivered.

A fire-blackened plain, and above it a frowning mountain, and that mountain thick, thick with dead, thousands and thousands and thousands of dead, among which the hyenas wandered and the night-birds screamed.

He could see their faces, many of them he knew again as those of living men whom he had met in Jerusalem and elsewhere, or had noted with the army.
He could hear also the moanings of the few who were yet alive.
About that field--yes, and in the camp of Saladin, where lay more dead--his body seemed to wander searching for something, he knew not what, till it came to him that it was the corpse of Wulf for which he sought and found it not--nay, nor his own either.

Then once more he heard the spirits pass--a very great company, for to them were gathered all those dead--heard them pass away, wailing, ever more faintly wailing for the lost cause of Christ, wailing over Nazareth.
Godwin awoke from his dream trembling, mounted his horse, and rode back to Wulf.