So beware, Sir Wulf, lest you be robbed or murdered, although you have eaten the salt of Salah-ed-din." "I remember the captain Abdullah looking at it greedily and lamenting that the Luck of the House of Hassan should pass to an unbeliever," said Wulf.

"Well, enough of this jewel and its dangers; I think Godwin has words to say." "Yes," said Godwin.

"We are here in your tent through the kindness of Saladin, who did not wish us to witness the death of our comrades, but to-morrow we shall be separated again.

Now if you are to escape--" "I will escape! I must escape, even if I am recaptured and die for it," broke in Rosamund passionately.
"Speak low," said Masouda.

"I saw the eunuch Mesrour pass the door of the tent, and he is a spy--they all are spies." "If you are to escape," repeated Godwin in a whisper, "it must be within the next few weeks while the army is on the march.