Over one of these corpses Godwin stumbled in the gloom, so heavily, that he fell to his knees.

He searched the face in the starlight, to find it was that of a knight of the Hospitallers of whom he had made a friend at Jerusalem--a very good and gentle Frenchman, who had abandoned high station and large lands to join the order for the love of Christ and charity.

Such was his reward on earth--to be struck down in cold blood, like an ox by its butcher.

Then, muttering a prayer for the repose of this knight's soul, Godwin rose and, filled with horror, followed on to the royal pavilion, wondering why such things were.
Of all the strange feasts that they ever ate the brethren found this the strangest and the most sad.

Saladin was seated at the head of the table with guards and officers standing behind him, and as each dish was brought he tasted it and no more, to show that it was not poisoned.