In a little open space of the garden of an empty house that stood without the walls, a man and a woman were talking, both of them wrapped in dark cloaks.

They were Godwin and Masouda.
"Well," said Godwin eagerly, "is all ready ?" She nodded and answered: "At length, all.

To-morrow afternoon an assault will be made upon Ascalon, but even if it is taken the camp will not be moved that night.

There will be great confusion, and Abdullah, who is somewhat sick, will be the captain of the guard over the princess's tent.

He will allow the soldiers to slip away to assist in the sack of the city, nor will they betray him.