In the camp yonder is our friend with whom we travelled from Jerusalem, Egbert, the bishop of Nazareth, who marches with the host.

Let us go to him and lay this matter before him, for he is a holy man and learned; no false, self-seeking priest." Godwin nodded in assent, and presently, when the other knights were come and they had made their report to them, they rode off together to the tent of Egbert, and, leaving their horses in charge of a servant, entered.
Egbert was an Englishman who had spent more than thirty years of his life in the East, whereof the suns had tanned his wrinkled face to the hue of bronze, that seemed the darker in contrast with his blue eyes and snow-white hair and beard.

Entering the tent, they found him at his prayers before a little image of the Virgin, and stood with bowed heads until he had finished.
Presently he rose, and greeting them with a blessing, asked them what they needed.
"Your counsel, holy father," answered Wulf.

"Godwin, set out your tale." So, having seen that the tent flap was closed and that none lingered near, Godwin told him his dream.
The old man listened patiently, nor did he seem surprised at this strange story, since in those days men saw--or thought they saw--many such visions, which were accepted by the Church as true.
When he had finished Godwin asked of him as he had asked of Wulf: "What think you, holy father?
Is this a dream, or is it a message?
And if so, from whom comes the message ?" "Godwin D'Arcy," he answered, "in my youth I knew your father.

It was I who shrove him when he lay dying of his wounds, and a nobler soul never passed from earth to heaven.