It is God Who acts through you, and you are as innocent of the death of either of us as of that plot whereof we stand accused." Then he began to unknot the silk which was bound about his box.
Wulf, knowing that it would tell all the tale, did not trouble himself as yet, but looked around the room, thinking that, whether he lived or died, never would he see a stranger sight.
Every eye in it was fixed upon the box in Godwin's hand; even Saladin stared as though it held his own destiny.

No; not every one, for those of the old imaum were fixed upon the face of Rosamund, which was piteous to see, for all its beauty had left it, and even her parted lips were ashy.

Masouda alone still stood upright and unmoved, as though she watched some play, but he noted that her rich-hued cheek grew pale and that beneath her robe her hand was pressed upon her heart.

The silence also was intense, and broken only by the little grating noise of Godwin's nails as, having no knife to cut it, he patiently untied the silk.
"Trouble enough about one man's life in a land where lives are cheap!" exclaimed Wulf, thinking aloud, and at the sound of his voice all men started, as though it had thundered suddenly in a summer sky.

Then with a laugh he tore the silk about his box asunder with his strong fingers, and breaking the seal, shook out its contents.