They murder the knights of the holy Orders.

To your knees and pray for their passing souls." So they knelt down and prayed till the tumult died away, and they knew that all was done.
"Oh, my cousins," said Rosamund, as she staggered to her feet at length, "what a hell of wickedness and bloodshed is this in which we dwell! Save me from it if you love me--I beseech you save me!" "We will do our best," they answered; "but let us talk no more of these things which are the decree of God--lest we should go mad.
Tell us your story." But Rosamund had little to tell, except that she had been well treated, and always kept by the person of the Sultan, marching to and fro with his army, for he awaited the fulfilment of his dream concerning her.

Then they told her all that had chanced to them; also of the vision of Godwin and its dreadful accomplishment, and of the death of Hassan beneath the sword of Wulf.

At that story Rosamund wept and shrank from him a little, for though it was this prince who had stolen her from her home, she loved Hassan.
Yet when Wulf said humbly: "The fault is not mine; it was so fated.

Would that I had died instead of this Saracen!" Rosamund answered: "No, no; I am proud that you should have conquered." But Wulf shook his head, and said: "I am not proud.