Let her come alone." "Sire," pleaded Godwin, "spare her such a sight." But he pleaded in vain, for Saladin answered only, "I have said." A while passed, and Godwin, hearing the sweep of robes, looked up, and saw the tall shape of a veiled woman standing in the corner of the vault where the shadow was so deep that the torchlight only glimmered faintly upon her royal ornaments.
"They told me that you were sick, princess, sick with sorrow, as well you may be, because the man you love was about to die for you," said Saladin in a slow voice.

"Now I have had pity on your grief, and his life has been bought with another life, that of the knight who stands yonder." The veiled form started wildly, then sank back against the wall.
"Rosamund," broke in Godwin, speaking in French, "I beseech you, be silent and do not unman me with words or tears.

It is best thus, and you know that it is best.

Wulf you love as he loves you, and I believe that in time you will be brought together.

Me you do not love, save as a friend, and never have.